Walking Home - Palma Violets
Written by： Samuel Fryer/ Peter Mayhew/ William Doyle/ Alexander ' Chilli ' Jesson
There's nothing for me anymore
I'm walking home
My baby's got a new man
I'm walking home
I don't want to drink or score
I'm walking home
I don't even like it here man
I'm walking home
And when the nights come in
And they're all running red to green
And all the days come out
And all the night turn red to green
Oh no it's Lisa please tell her I love her
You better believe it
I know I had too much to drink
They're walking me home
They beat me up until I'm blue and pink
And I'm crawling home
I just don't know how much I can take
They just squeeze it all
And I just want Lauretta's hand taking me home
When the nights go in
And all the red turns from red to green
And all the nights come out
And they'll running dry in and out
And I feel it come down oh so far
And you don't know how much it takes out
Better believe it believe in yourself
Better believe it believe in yourself
He's walking home
He's walking home
