Gregory Alan Isakow If I Go, Im Goin

This house she s holding secrets I got my change behind the bed in a coffee can, i throw my nickels in just incase i have to leave And i will go if you ask me to i will stay if you dare and if i go i m goin shameless i ll let my hunger take me there This house she s quite the talker she creeks and moans she keeps me up and the photographs know i m a liar they just laugh as i burn her down And i will go if you ask me to i will stay if you dare and if i go i m goin on fire let my anger take me there