Won't Be Coming Back

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