Appetite

I've been out, and I've been drinking, why am I always thinking 'Bout things that really matter like, twin towers and satellites Everyone I know got older, told my drunk ass to get sober Settle down and have some kids, be content with all of it But what if I don't want children, to grow up like their father willing To stir shit up and start a fight, work themselves up an appetite Why am I in Northwest Arkansas Playing shows to those who don't care at all With my money bloodied and my belt so tight I've worked myself up an appetite I've been out, and I've been drinking, cutting up my life in sections They say I gotta act my age, shut the fuck up and get on stage The other I pack my bags quickly, toothbrush, combs, and my dogs with me Strong enough to handle this fame and other corny shit 'Cause what if I don't want children, to grow up like their father willing To stir shit up and start a fight, work themselves up an appetite Why am I in Northwest Arkansas Playing shows to those who don't care at all With my money bloodied and my belt on tight I've worked myself up an appetite How I work myself up an appetite What if I don't want children to grow up like their father willing To stir shit up and start a fight, work themselves up an appetite