Sinatra Theory - Custard

I walk these corridors

Don’t think I’m ever coming home

One time to be your friend

I killed off everything you owned

Losing the money was the hardest thing to own

I’m coming home

I had some money once

I hear I spent it all on you

One time your Christmas lights

I threw my body on the lawn

I’m smashing bugs with a ping-pong bat at home

I’m coming home

My skeleton falls down

I’m coming home

Community radio station rock gets played in the parking lots

These speakers amplify the tones

I’m coming home

My skeleton falls down