Testo
Two, three, four
Well, lately things have been a little complicated
Quality of life has got me down
Well, sex is cheap and talk is overrated
And the boys and me, still working on the sound
Well, a little happiness, a little love was all I wanted
Sure as Hell thought I'd found it, but I was wrong
She left my heart feeling taunted and my memories all haunted
But it's her I have to thank for all my songs
So every day I'm smoking my brain hazy
All I can do to keep from going crazy
But the paranoia is slowly creeping in
For I keep drinking myself silly
Only way for this hillbilly
And I thank God for this here life of sin
Every morning when I rise, I look in the mirror and despise
The sight of everything and all that I've become
The level of my medicating some might find intimidating
That's alright, it don't bother me none
Lately things have been a little complicated
Quality of life has got me down
Well, sex is cheap and talk is overrated
And the boys and me, still working on the sound
