Dropkick Murphys - Kicked to the Curb Lyrics
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Kicked to the Curb
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What Are The Lyrics For Kicked to the Curb By Dropkick Murphys?
I ain't got no money (nope)
I spent it all on you (oh) I ain't got no money, honey I don't know what to do I ain't got no girl She kicked me to the curb (damn) I ain't got no honey and She took all my money I shake my fist at the sky I smash my head on the wall It doesn't change a god damn thing 'Cause I'm gone and lost it all So come on Sally What you gonna do? Break my heart and leave me For another fool I ain't got no friends They all left with you (yep) I ain't got no dog (what?) Yeah, you took him too I shake my fist at the sky I smash my head on the wall It doesn't change a god damn thing 'Cause I'm gone and lost it all So come on Sally What you gonna do? Break my heart and leave me For some other fool I'll never find another I put it all on you Now you're gone and left me For another fool So come on Sally What you gonna do? Now you've gone and left me For another fool (Come on, come on) Oh I ain't got no family They told me to screw (screw) I ain't got no enemies They even left with you I shake my fist at the sky I smash my head on the wall It doesn't change a god damn thing 'Cause I'm gone and lost it all So come on Sally What you gonna do? Break my heart and leave me For some other fool I'll never find another I put it all on you Now you've gone and left me For another fool |
Who Wrote Kicked to the Curb By Dropkick Murphys?
Matthew E. Kelly, James P. Lynch, Kenneth W. Casey, Alexander Barr, Timothy John Brennan, Jeff Darosa
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