Tobin Sprout Liquor Bag
There's an outline where the furniture
Kept the dust off the floor
From the room near the register
I traced your tracks to the door
Who took my honey's liquor bag?
She layed it down on tiny fags
She picked one up to take a drag
And it was gone, her liquor bag
Where's the truck that we used to love
Like fabrics, truck until dawn
Where's the cash in my hiding place
You bit down hard now its gone
Who took my honey's liquor bag?
She layed it down on tiny fags
She picked one up to take a drag
And it was gone, her liquor bag
You take my honey's liquor bag?
