Lyrics

Writing songs and watching Rambo movies,
You know someone’s getting killed before the bridge,
A minor chord with a tale to tell,
The hero’s getting sent to hell,
As I’m hauling my old ass back to the fridge.

With a cold one in my hand,
And a world that I don’t understand,
And it’s gone bat shit crazy, all around,
I can’t say what I can see,
Or someone’s gonna hate on me,
I can’t call a spade a spade no more,
Cause there aint no real world living past my door.

Fixing shit and dodging payment warnings,
Got another shut-off notice in the mail,
The landlord’s banging on my door,
Like I aint paid him twice before,
And I’m putting my last dream back up for sale.

With a cold one in my hand,
And a world that I don’t understand,
And it’s gone bat shit crazy, all around,
I can’t say what I can see,
Or someone’s gonna hate on me,
I can’t call a spade a spade no more,
Cause there aint no real world living past my door.

Someone passed a law against the truth,
Someone stole the last dregs of my burnt-out misspent youth,
And there aint no consolation I can see,
I wish someone would just take my ears and my eyes away from me.

With a cold one in my hand,
And a world that I don’t understand,
And it’s gone bat shit crazy, all around,
I can’t say what I can see,
Or someone’s gonna hate on me,
I can’t call a spade a spade no more,
Cause there aint no real world living past my door.