(written by shelby lynne, bill botrell and roger fritz)
Waste away to nothin in a dark dusty tomb
Lookin for the traces of what used to be a room
Wipe away the blood from a tormented brow
Solve the wicked problem never asking how
Rock the sinking vessel till it rests on the bottom
Count the waves of water dont remember forgot them
Taste the stench of livin on thin dimes and a dream
Opening an ear to a painful silent scream
Oh life is bad
Oh no, worst I ever had
Ache and writhe in agony like a vise on aging bones
Tar and acid drip from an ice cram cone
Holding onto a wind that chases the hell
Fallin in the darkness of an inner descending well
Caress transparent night as a demon with a sword
Speak with an eloquence never saying a word
Look into the clarity then erase it with the muck
Lying in a pool of conciousness no such thing as luck
To being a beginner, to inventing the end
To livin with a strangler never a friend
Saddle slobbering beast trouble is abound
Ride the devils bronco never hit the ground