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