| There’s something in the way once again, once more |
| Are you in tune with the pain emanating from your core |
| Can you put it into words or will you leave it by the door? |
| Why do I feel so alone like my damn .44? |
| So many scripts in my midst |
| Flipping all these pages |
| Maybe I’ll pop a pill instead |
| Of a bullet for vacation |
| I miss all of my friends |
| And I’m tired of feeling vacant |
| It’s hard to make ends when every moves a hesitation |
| Every move’s a hesitation |
| Unsure of the past or the future as a vagrant |
| Every move’s a hesitation |
| Unsure of the past or the future as a vagrant |
| Throw my ashes in the river |
| Maybe next time I won’t be |
| (Such a, such a) such a sinner with a liver |
| That won’t give up when I shiver |
| I’ll deliver, be a giver |
| Stay away from the pain killers |
| Born a sinner with a liver |
| That won’t give up when I shiver |
| I’ll deliver, be a giver |
| Stay away from the pain killers |
| Born a sinner with a liver |
| That won’t give up when I shiver |
| I’ll deliver, be a giver |
| Stay away from the pain killers |
| Born a sinner with a liver |
| That won’t give up when I shiver |
| I’ll deliver be a giver |
| Stay away from the pain killers |