"Burning House" lyrics
Goldie Boutilier & Peter And The Roses Lyrics
Like a house on fire
I couldn't look, it was burning my eyes
Thirteen years old, we lost our house
Everyone knew but no-one helped out
Got faster on my bike
Came in drunk, past midnight
Found my mom passed out on the floor
She was working too hard, too hard
The good ol' days when things were bad
Sometimes I wish I could go back
The good ol' days when things were bad
Sometimes I wish I could go back
The good ol' days when things were bad
Sometimes I wish I could go back
Tore my gown on the way to a show
Got in the bath but the water was cold
The band was waiting as I poured my tea
We used to laugh when I sang off-key
No money, but those summers were long
Sometimes I miss just carrying on
No time when I'm on the road
Dad says I'm working too hard, too hard
The good ol' days when things were bad
Sometimes I wish I could go back
The good ol' days when things were bad
Sometimes I wish I could go back
The good ol' days when things were bad
Sometimes I wish I could go back
Growing up, we didn't have that much, but we weren't poor
We weren't poor
Growing up, we didn't have that much, but we weren't poor
We had so much more
I couldn't look, it was burning my eyes
Thirteen years old, we lost our house
Everyone knew but no-one helped out
Got faster on my bike
Came in drunk, past midnight
Found my mom passed out on the floor
She was working too hard, too hard
The good ol' days when things were bad
Sometimes I wish I could go back
The good ol' days when things were bad
Sometimes I wish I could go back
The good ol' days when things were bad
Sometimes I wish I could go back
Tore my gown on the way to a show
Got in the bath but the water was cold
The band was waiting as I poured my tea
We used to laugh when I sang off-key
No money, but those summers were long
Sometimes I miss just carrying on
No time when I'm on the road
Dad says I'm working too hard, too hard
The good ol' days when things were bad
Sometimes I wish I could go back
The good ol' days when things were bad
Sometimes I wish I could go back
The good ol' days when things were bad
Sometimes I wish I could go back
Growing up, we didn't have that much, but we weren't poor
We weren't poor
Growing up, we didn't have that much, but we weren't poor
We had so much more
