(instrumental intro) (Verse 1) I’m late again, yeah, I know the drill You’re waiting up with a look that could kill I’ve got rum on my breath and a hole in my shoe And a dozen excuses I’m about to tell you I said I’d change, said I’d stay off the street But I’m just a liar with a rhythm and a beat. [Instrumental Break] (Chorus) So don't you waste your Sunday best on me I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be Down in the gutter, looking for a light Pickin' another useless, losing fight You call it love, but I call it a hood Stop trying, baby... I’m not good. (Verse 2) The money’s gone, blew it all on a bet I haven’t even paid the landlord yet You offer me coffee and a place to sleep But I’m a promise that you shouldn’t keep I’ll steal your records and I’ll burn your toast I’m the kind of guy that leaves you like a ghost. [Instrumental Break] (Chorus) So don't you waste your Sunday best on me I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be Down in the gutter, looking for a light Pickin' another useless, losing fight You call it love, but I call it a hood Stop trying, baby... I’m not good. (Verse 3) Go find a man who can hold down a job Who doesn’t make your poor heart throb Someone who’s steady, someone who’s kind Instead of the wreckage I’m leaving behind I’m closing the door, I’m locking the latch You’re a beautiful fire, I’m just a wet match.
