| Well I probably shouldn’t be here
|
| I should probably be at home
|
| But there’s something out there baby
|
| That I’m having trouble finding
|
| Lord, I’ve been driving all night long
|
| 500 miles on an endless tour
|
| What makes me feel better
|
| It’s not hard to find some more
|
| I got one phone call baby
|
| Break me out!
|
| I’m running out of money in this dirty hotel room
|
| I’m running out of patience while I wait around for the truth
|
| It’s half past 8, I gotta get on stage
|
| But I got that ache again
|
| He said that it should be here, he didn’t say when
|
| The judge said she will see me now
|
| Break me out!
|
| I probably shouldn’t say this, but I know I’ve come apart
|
| I feel like somethings over, I know I broke your heart
|
| I’m an outlaw in a dirty game, I do what I do
|
| She said that all this running
|
| Would soon catch up with you
|
| I’ll take another hit of what you got
|
| Break me out!
|
| I probably shouldn’t be here, I should turn around and go
|
| But the harlot sweet as honey takes me where I want to go
|
| The devil knows just what it likes
|
| It speaks beneath its breath
|
| And I can’t taste it’s body, its mouth moves past my neck
|
| I want to do bad things to you
|
| Break me out! |