I've been friends with the devil
Since he fell from the skies
Confessed my tox screen was cleaner
Than your dirtbag of lies
Got a mouthful of questions
And none of them's why
I think my attitude problem's called
About some half suicide
You've been away for some time now, baby
Got me bored out my mind
You thought I hit on your sister
But then, maybe, you just wouldn't mind
Turned my home in a whorehouse
Since you came to stay
You thought you left me in stitches
But it just ain't that way, get away, get
Burnin' them bridges, riddin' them witches, fillin' them ditches, yeah
Burnin' them bridges, riddin' them witches, fillin' them ditches, yeah
Last o' my kind
Don't pay no mind
High all the time
Same old song and whine
Waitin' 'til dawn to get free out of this circus
Keep my head down 'cause this ruckus's gettin' nauseaus
Pairs of red eyes stare me down, gettin' atrocious
No matter how lost, seems like I'm hangin' to some purpose
Weeds are gettin' thiner, can't seem to get me closure
Feelin' so high, the world can't get my notion
Blistering skin, cotton mouth, got me no lotion
Ruthless aggression had drained me of emotion
Finally found a way out
Away from the draught
Got the south to my back
And I ain't lookin' back no more
No more
No more
No more
Think I've done this before