I was born in a town that wasn't much worth.
Raised by rabid dogs.
I'm the !@$( son of the morning sun.

I'm a well known stranger to God.

I feel like maybe I've been missing.

Walking the backstreets & made a wrong turn.
Where no one gives the heathens something to believe in.
So the sinners sit around & burn.


I shoot gasoline mixed with a belly full of dirt.
With a switchblade up my sleeve.

I'm the number one manic.
A widespread panic of girls feeling weak in the knees.


I hope to say: "It's been a hell of a !@#$ life"
But I'm still not dead.


I remember drinkin' scotch from the bottle
I could always use some more
It's a !@#$ slippery slope

I've been down that road before
We all get down
(We all get by)

We all get down.

Well the rain poured down on the snakes in the dirt.

And I rose in the fog.
I can howl at the moon while you're cookin' up spoons.
Or I can bark like a dog.


Lickin' shots off a bottle of whiskey.
Pass it around 'til we all feel the burn.

Too many long, hard nights.
Sharp blades & bad white.
But I swear to god, I never learn.


Put your hand in the hand of the man.
Understand I'm a man that's not afraid to burn.


I ain't gettin' tired.
And the girls ain't gettin' pretty.

I'm goin down to the Road House City.

I hope to say: "It's been a hell of a !@#$ night"

But I'm still not there.

I remember drinkin' scotch from the bottle

I could always use some more
It's a !@#$ slippery slope
I've been down that road before

We all get down
(We all get by)
We all get down.


I remember drinkin' scotch from the bottle
I could always use some more

It's a !@#$ slippery slope
I've been down that road before
We all get down

(We all get by)
We all get down.


Old leather.
Six shots.
Broken bottles.

I've been down this road before
It's a !@#$ slippery slope.
I could always use some more.

We all get down.
We all get down.