Rage, rage the night away Forget about the money I spent today Hope you save everything 'til you in the grave Ball 'til you fall, throw it all away We alive right now I'm a need y'all to turn the fuck up, now! I'm a need y'all to roll a blunt up, now! Go

I know everything I ain't washing my sins Now we're lying about the nights Hiding it all behind the smiles You probably thought that you'd break my heart You probably thought that you'd make me cry I know what you did So I'ma let you taste her

Reintegrate me, you made me a killer Like you could trade me for everything I've lost And look how you made me make me Think about me taking my own life When I remember what went down In war, combat is so heavily prepared for Returning home is something

You better slow down When I was a young boy Well they tried to tell me That I was movin' Movin' way too fast And I knew everything About everything But I really didn't wanna listen To a bunch of old folks talkin' trash

In the cab of my truck Gonna make a million memories For every hundred thousand miles Learnin' everything I'll ever need to know about life and love Cracked windshield that I super-glued Crumpled-up cans and a beat up bag of Red Man chew Fix-a-flat,

The truth is, The truth is I lied about everything You lie about everything It was all pretend All along I've been sleeping with your best friend I really hate your face You were never all that hot in the first place You're fucking useless

Don't miss it And as it keeps going And as it keeps on going Don't miss it like I did The world has shut me out If I give everything I'll lose everything Everything is about me I am the most important thing

Because the cost of living About the situation Is getting so high, high, high” It's really so high, high, high Is getting so high, high, high About everything And this is what he said He told me, “Famine, famine, famine

And I can't do a damn thing about it It's a damn shame that I can't change I can't undo everything I'd like to So I roll on and I shout it 'Cause I can't do a damn thing about it Been washed in the blood of the Lamb And I washed blood off of my hands

Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Do you have the time To listen to me whine About nothing and everything, all at once? I am one of those