Good Thing Bad Things

Heard the blast and went for the door,

Got this feeling in my soul

Just like another stormy Monday

Don’t want to go outside my house no more

My heart is beating like a freight train

Got to move out before the dogs arrive

And there ain’t no open doors here

We’re not going to get out of here alive.

Run and hide, got to ramble on

faces in the trees their staring eye’s all over me,

Staring eyes all over me.

Lord have mercy times on my side

Not laying dead down on the floor

Nowhere’s safe in this here nightmare

Just get back home and lock your door

Trust no one and don’t look back

Just keep a low profile in this here crazy town

Just get back home and lock your door

Don’t go outside my house no more

Just get back home and lock your door