| Lately things have been a little complicated
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| Quality of life has got me down
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| Sex is cheap and talk is overrated
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| And the boys and me still working on the sound
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| A little happiness, a little love was all I wanted
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| Sure as Hell thought I’d found it but I was wrong
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| She left my heart feeling taunted and my memories all haunted
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| But it’s her I have to thank for all my songs
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| So every day I’m smoking my brain hazy
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| All I can do to keep from going crazy
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| But the paranoia is slowly creeping in
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| I keep drinking myself silly
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| Only way for this hillbilly
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| And I thank God for this here life of sin
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| Every morning when I rise I look in the mirror and despise
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| the sight of everything and all that I’ve become
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| The level of my medicating some might find intimidating
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| But that’s alright cause' it don’t bother me none |