IDLE HOURVERSE
There’s a place down the street

Where my friends congregate
And when we sit on those bar stools
We’re not alone
10 am the lights are on
Beer’s cold, the whiskey’s strong
And we’re drowning those memories
One by one
CHORUS
You can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
If you’re tryin’ to hang on

To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home

VERSE
The neon lights are bright
Even tho it’s past midnight
And the band’s packed up and moved on
Stare at the clock on the wall
Bartender says last call
And I start missin’ her most of all

CHORUS
So, you can meet me at the idle hour
Where the juke box plays all those country songs
So if you’re tryin’ to hang on
To a love that’s dead and gone
With too many reasons not to go back home
Too many reasons not to go back home

I'm a fighter. Wanna beat you.
I'm a fighter. Gonna hurt you.
I'm a fighter. Black and blue.
It's a fire. Gonna hurt you too.

Hurt you, break you, hurt you, break you.

It's my desire, it's my desire.
It's my desire, it's my desire.

I'm a fighter. Black and blue.
It's a fire. Gonna hurt you too.

It's my desire, it's my desire.
It's my desire, it's my desire.

I'm a fighter. Wanna beat you.
I'm a fighter. Gonna hurt you.
I'm a fighter. Black and blue.
It's a fire. Gonna hurt you too.