Sad News

Lyrics

I shoulda killed you myself It was always a dream of mine I coulda used a little help But red wine's been a good friend of mine I've got sad news Take off your shoes Sit down for a while A while A while, now I'm wearing me out I'm wearing my old clothes I'm writing all new poems I'm riding in my car Oh the children, they're just babies Little baby-sized socks and shoes And I think that maybe I should keep them away from you I'll crawl in and then I'll creep out, out loud I've got a job I'm not proud I'm not proud I'm wearing me out I'm wearing my old clothes I'm writing all new poems I'm riding in my car Sad, sad I've got sad news I do Sad news I've got sad news But it's all over now It's all done Red, Red Rover: I can't remember the game I'm wearing me out I'm wearing my old clothes I'm writing all new poems I'm riding in my car