Lyrics to They Kick You When You're Down
Well, Marty was a type of man you never understood
He had a way with words like only sodden man just could
No sorrow in his smile and it always made you think
Well much more quicker he's the type to call him to drink
Marty, Marty, Marty made you wonder
You couldn't tell if he was high or under
He'd rather decay than watch himself beg
They always kick you hardest when you're on your last leg
And the last time that I've seen him he was three sheets to the wind
He was howling at the moon, he was so drunk he couldn't stand
Something in his gaze like he could tell it was the end
He didn't want to let us know, he'd never let you in
Marty, Marty, Marty made you wonder
You couldn't tell if he was high or under
He'd rather decay than watch himself beg
They always kick you hardest when you're on your last leg
He'd say, bring me back the days when I was waiting for tomorrow
I couldn't face the mirror so I faced another drink
And I could only say that I was hoping that another
Would finish up the sorrow with a nod into a sleep
Bring me back the days when I was waiting for tomorrow
I couldn't face the mirror so I faced another drink
And I could only say that I was hoping that another
Would finish up the sorrow with a nod into a sleep
Marty, Marty, Marty made you wonder
You couldn't tell if he was high or under
He'd rather decay than watch himself beg
They always kick you hardest when you're on your last leg
He had a way with words like only sodden man just could
No sorrow in his smile and it always made you think
Well much more quicker he's the type to call him to drink
Marty, Marty, Marty made you wonder
You couldn't tell if he was high or under
He'd rather decay than watch himself beg
They always kick you hardest when you're on your last leg
And the last time that I've seen him he was three sheets to the wind
He was howling at the moon, he was so drunk he couldn't stand
Something in his gaze like he could tell it was the end
He didn't want to let us know, he'd never let you in
Marty, Marty, Marty made you wonder
You couldn't tell if he was high or under
He'd rather decay than watch himself beg
They always kick you hardest when you're on your last leg
He'd say, bring me back the days when I was waiting for tomorrow
I couldn't face the mirror so I faced another drink
And I could only say that I was hoping that another
Would finish up the sorrow with a nod into a sleep
Bring me back the days when I was waiting for tomorrow
I couldn't face the mirror so I faced another drink
And I could only say that I was hoping that another
Would finish up the sorrow with a nod into a sleep
Marty, Marty, Marty made you wonder
You couldn't tell if he was high or under
He'd rather decay than watch himself beg
They always kick you hardest when you're on your last leg
