They say it's important
To hold yourself well
Not a head full of whiskey
The neighbours can tell
Gods not here
But I'm on the cross
You got a handful of beer
Lay me down in the moss
Turn the TV on
They tell us what to think
And get those curtains drawn
Bring me back from the brink
Do you get your hands stuck in the bedwires
Or in the springs
Blow the town up on fire
See what good luck brings
I'm not tryna get tired
That's what my mama thinks
My father says that I'm wild
I don't care what he thinks
