Mad for the ones that are mad for livin'
Mad for life? I am forgivin'
I'm gonna burn like a roman candle tonight
In the city's sight
In the very cold light
I've had enough, I'm goin' to win
I'm 3 sheets to it
And hopin' I sin
I'm just me, I could never be them
Don't know where to start, but I know where it ends
Now I won't be comin' back
Won't be me comin' back
It's gonna be a story for the homes
So you better lock your doors
When the [?]
And the preacher-man hoard
Take it from the top, and never from the top
You wake up with no money in a lonely bus stop
Short change, kickin' the curb
Taking all I have, I guess it's what I deserve
Jesus saves
Saves bens
I'm flat broke, I got nothing to give
Now I won't be comin' back
Won't be me comin' back
In the name of the father and the son
We gonna end up in a pinebox six feet under
And ain't nobody gonna be stunned
'Cuz we know who you were and what you've become
Damn fate
Die on my own
Won't kiss no rings
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Lost sight 'bout what life is about
Ain't got no future
I'm over it now
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