All Hands And The Cook

2012-01-11 | by The Walkmen
Writer: Songwriters: Walter Martin;Peter Bauer;Paul Maroon;Matthew Frederick Barrick;James Hamilton Leithauser

Broke my back Out in the yard If you don’t like it Won’t you tell me?
Work all day And all the night Later on Can I help it?
By the way It won't last Rain will come The summer’s passed
Three shots fired To call us back You were lost When I found you
After all You promised me A broken nose A twisted knee
Stop talking To the neighbor’s dog I got a temper When it's late
Break all the windows In my car Burn down the room When I’m asleep
Break out the bottles When I go I’ll dig a hole For all your friends
If you don’t like it Won’t you tell me If you don’t like it?
Never saw it coming Never saw it coming
By the way It won't last Rain will come The summer’s passed