The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones
I guess that Hell has been freezing
And yes there is a fat chance down there
You give me one good reason
Now let me make one thing, perfectly clear
You brought us up to the altar (whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Had no business being up there
I wanted to fuss fail or falter (whoa-oh-oh)
I stood like Gibraltar for seven long years
One bought a handful of houses
One was an underground hit
One sure was hers, chorus bridge to the verse
The one with the woes that were all over it
I made us a place to be later
And later came soon after that
I made out like things could not be greater
As a matter of fact they fell flat of the back
One bought a handful of houses (whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh)
One was an underground hit
One sure was hers, chorus bridge to the verse (whoa-oh-oh)
The one with the woes that were all over it
The one with the woes all over it [x3]