Lyrics Bolt Cutters - Single Mothers

Bolt Cutters

The sun falls through the blinds
Hits the floor like a fist fight
Cat hair floats around the room like a feather
Listen guys, it’s the last night
I just show up with her
I know she’s more trouble than she’s worth
But I think I love her
I’ll get your money back
I’ll get your keys back
I’ll get your CDs back
But she’s gone
I’ll get your money back
I’ll get your keys back
I’ll get your CDs back
But the bikes, they’re probably gone
She’s changing outfits
Under 60 watt light bulbs
The only heat in this basement apartment
We can get going
Said «where'd you get that shirt»
She said «don't look at me that way, you bastard
I don’t take accusations lightly, you motherfucker»
Take your money back
Take your keys back
Take your lease back
I’m gone
Take your money back
Take your keys back
Take your lease back
I’m gone
Good riddance, but I still miss ya
That’s what I get for trying to save ya
Good riddance, but I still miss ya
You motherfucker
Take your money back
Take your keys back
Take your lease back
I’m gone
I’ll get your money back
I’ll get your keys back
I’ll get your TV back
But the bikes, they’re already gone
And so is she