I Let Them In For Free Songtext
I stare at the cigarette smoke leave the filter into the atmosphere / The woman who puffs so gently taking in every breath is so sincere / And I can't remember the last time I loved something so dearly / Especially something that's slowly taking me / Yeah, it's slowly killing me / I watch the paint chips fall off my porch and into the garden / I didn't know if I did what I did that this would happen / And some dog is being walked by some woman in a purple jumpsuit / Someone should tell her purple went out with me, yeah it's through.
So I guess the screen door will close / And take me back where I belong / So I guess the screen door will close behind me / And lock me in my own home / So I can't mimic choking / on cigarette smoking / while I sit on my porch reading my book / and that dog won't stop yelping / Somebody stop it / Somebody help me.
I stare at an ice cream truck, oh wait it's just a Chevy.
So I guess the screen door will close / And take me back where I belong / So I guess the screen door will close behind me / And lock me in my own home / So I can't mimic choking / on cigarette smoking / while I sit on my porch reading my book / and that dog won't stop yelping / Somebody stop it / Somebody help me. And the Chevy is bleeding grey, man that's some fucked up ice cream color, yeah, maybe I should sleep underneath the backstop / in the sand or the dirt / What do they make little league fields out of these days anyway? And the grass is all politically correct / Standing short and green / But I am the one who envies at their posterity / I gaze with feigned sincerity / But they don't pay much attention to me / Yeah / They're not paying much of anything to see me / I let them in for free.
So I guess the screen door will close / And take me back where I belong / So I guess the screen door will close behind me / And lock me in my own home / So I can't mimic choking / on cigarette smoking / while I sit on my porch reading my book / and that dog won't stop yelping / Somebody stop it / Somebody help me.
I stare at an ice cream truck, oh wait it's just a Chevy.
So I guess the screen door will close / And take me back where I belong / So I guess the screen door will close behind me / And lock me in my own home / So I can't mimic choking / on cigarette smoking / while I sit on my porch reading my book / and that dog won't stop yelping / Somebody stop it / Somebody help me. And the Chevy is bleeding grey, man that's some fucked up ice cream color, yeah, maybe I should sleep underneath the backstop / in the sand or the dirt / What do they make little league fields out of these days anyway? And the grass is all politically correct / Standing short and green / But I am the one who envies at their posterity / I gaze with feigned sincerity / But they don't pay much attention to me / Yeah / They're not paying much of anything to see me / I let them in for free.