Let the wine spill on my white jeans

Leave the stain now, send me back home red-eyed and heavy

Red-eyed and heavy

Maybe I know I’m a rough old boy

I was looking for the six but I found a four

Always want the next thing more and more, yeah

Turned around in the blue light

Guess I’ll get it from the inside. fuck it, uh

Guess I’ll get it from the inside

Guess I’ll get it from the inside. fuck it

Drop it down the water’s edge now

Deeper green there, under the shades drawn back and steady

Drawn back and steady

Maybe I know I’m a rough old boy

We grow up somewhere, water runs quick

It matters to me what you hear I’ve done

We grow up somewhere, water runs quick

It matters to me what you hear I’ve done

I'm a rough old boy

Maybe, maybe I'm a rough old boy

Drawn back, drawn back, maybe, maybe I'm a rough old boy

We grow up somewhere, water runs quick

It matters to me what you hear I’ve done

We grow up somewhere, water runs quick

It matters to me what you hear I’ve done