
The Dacha of Wrong Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I'd trade it all for a couple old faces
The past seems gone, leaving nothing but spaces
Where did she go, that red-head, that blonde
Always someone to blame in my Dacha of Wrong
Why ain't anybody fixing my fuck-ups
C'mon party people, grab a shovel and buck up
It's a dull gray place but I always belong
It's never my fault in my Dacha of Wrong
The Dacha of Wrong - the house of injury
The Dacha of Wrong - the form of my Therapy
Home of grievance, self-pity's pad
Happy Hour's chance to be sad
Just a bit of skirt in the back of an Uber
Maybe be a thinker and not a YouTuber
The world has one soul and we don't get along
Come book a weekend at my Dacha of Wrong
The Dacha of Wrong - the house of injury
The Dacha of Wrong - the form of my Therapy
Home of grievance, self-pity's pad
Happy Hour's chance to be sad
Come and book a weekend at my Dacha of Wrong
Bring the kids to visit my Dacha of Wrong
Come and hear my story at my Dacha of Wrong
Come and book a weekend at my Dacha of Wrong