These are the walls
Walls our emptiness made
And this is the storm
Looks like it's gonna hold
Yeah, nobody knows
Who they are around here anymore
Cigarettes and some beers
Then it's back in the car [?]
Ain't it funny how we forgot who we were through the years
Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears
Maybe I had something nobody saw
Blame it on the wall
Well the rain's gonna come
Come and wash away all of our sins
And if the damn doesn't break
Go and we'll wash it away with some gin
Cause they got money to make
And I've always got a reason to go
Sheets don't move from the bed
My head don't move from the floor
Ain't it funny how we forgot who we were through the years
Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears
Maybe I had something nobody saw
Blame it on the wall
Ain't it funny how we forgot who we were through the years
Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears
Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears
Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears
Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears
Put your fist through the wall cryin' television tears
Yeah . . . yeah . . . yeah
Oh . . . oh
Writer(s): Gerald Marks, Seymour Simons
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