Hell's Bells - Butch Walker/Jake Sinclair/Cary Ann Hearst
Put it on the table before they take us to jail
What you say got a bottle to your head
And you never saw it coming and you pretty white shirt is red
Well guess that's what you get
When you leaned on me I heard you asking for it
Did you not come here looking for a fight
They say brown liquor make you sleep all right
Coc*ine make you grind your teeth all night
Well who's that calling Is that your little darling
Wish she come running Or will she go back crawling
On your hands and knees baby don't you tease
Sugar momma cut you off at the knees - (HEY )
Well guess that's what you get
When you were leaning on me I heard you asking for it
Did you not come here looking for a fight
Well you say brown liquor make you sleep all right
Coc*ine make you grind your teeth all night
Well he found you out and word got around
That you gave us up without a sound
You came up for air put your feet over there
And you tried to run off but couldn't go nowhere
Well I guess that's what you get
You were leaning on me I heard you asking for it
Did you not come here looking for a fight
Well ya say brown liquor make you sleep all right
Coc*ine make you grind your teeth all night
They say brown liquor make you sleep all right
Coc*ine make you grind your teeth all night
Coc*ine make you grind your teeth all night
Coc*ine make you grind your teeth all night
Coc*ine make you grind your teeth all night
