Basement Home

Didn't go to work at all
 Couldn't even make the call
 Skipped payments on my truck
 Grabbed my last hundred bucks
 Bought you a pretty dress
 But still you're not impressed
 I'm sinking down on your love
 Where is the god above
 Sinking down on your dreams
 It's harder than it seems
 Took her to the county fair
 She didn't even care
 Like my first wife I couldn't keep
 She left me for the big sleep
 We share a bottle on Labor Day
 When I'd walk you'd run away
 I'm sinking down on your love
 Where is the god above
 Sinking down on your dreams
 It's harder than it seems
 Trying to get to you ever since I made parole
 Trying to put some heaven in this basement home
 Talk of going back to school
 Show them all you're not a fool
 Talk of going back to bed
 Well we watch TV instead
 And sometimes I feel like this
 I need more than a kiss
 I'm sinking down on your love
 And there ain't no god above
 Sinking down on your dreams
 It's harder than it seems
 She is only 12 years old
 She don't believe in god