Michael Malarkey - From Z to A

Stealing from birds’ nests and drinking my wine
You hiccupped and fell off your chair
I held out my hand and then you laughed in my face
And you grabbed a hold of my hair

I screamed "what's your problem?" and then you spat on my shirt
I stumbled, stepped on your ribs
I twisted my ankle and you lurched out the door
Hey, don't you ever come back to this place

I'm gonna take your picture
I'm gonna take your picture

One of these days
From Z to A
You'll be on your way
From Z to A

Make your life the talk of the tavern
Hey I'm gonna steal your family
Turn them all in strangers
That won't even know you or remember

Can't find my Yamaha and I know that you've pawned it
And now I'm outside of your place
You sold my piano, my armchair, my silver
And now I've come to collect my grenades

You slide up to the window with your colt 45
In a battered hooker shirt and no bra
You scream "burn in hell" and then took aim at my chest
Well hey I didn't like that guitar anyway

I’m gonna take your picture
I’m gonna take your picture

From Z to A
You'll be on your way
From Z to A
Get out of her away

Make your life the talk of the tavern
Hey I'm gonna steal your family
Turn them all in strangers
That won't even know you or remember

Hey, I'm gonna take your picture girl
I’ll put you in the newspapers
Hey, I'm gonna take your picture girl

From Z to A
You'll be on your way
One of these days
From Z to A

From Z to A
From Z to A
From Z to A

The pleasures all mine
The pleasures all mine