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

And bought you a pretty dress

But still you're not impressed

I'm sinking down on your love

Where is the God above?

I'm sinking down on your dreams

And it's harder than it seems

Took her to the county fair

And she didn't even care

Like my first wife I couldn't keep

She left me for the big sleep

You shared my bottle on Labor Day

When I woke you'd run away

I'm sinking down on your love

Where is the God above?

I'm sinking down on your dreams

And 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

And 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

I'm sinking down on your dreams

And it's harder than it seems

And she is only twelve years old

She don't believe in God