Home Team

Don't you blame me if I get carried away

I don't like fucking boys who need to know what to say

When there's silence in the room

We're all pining for that modern day man

He's really a star, got the crowd going wild in the stands

On a Saturday night, at the home field

I won't feel anything when you leave me for dead

I won't do anything, like that hole in your goddamn head

I knew I was ready to stop going steady

When the home team was losing twenty to one

I don't really give a shit about the score on the scoreboard

Please Lord, please Lord, please Lord

Don't you blame me if I don't answer my phone

I don't like fucking boys who need to know what to do

When there's no one else home

We're all pining for that modern day girl

She's really a star, got the crowd just jumping for joy

On a Saturday night, at the home field

I won't feel anything when you leave me for dead

I won't do anything, like that hole in your goddamn head

I knew I was ready to stop going steady

When the home team was losing twenty to one

I don't really give a shit about the score on the scoreboard

Please lord, please lord, please lord

I don't wanna talk about love

I don't wanna talk about us

I don't wanna sit at the kitchen table

You talk and I listen

To the news on the cable tv