Hey hey hey hey hey Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade Vendetta, sweet vendetta This Beretta of the night This fire and the desire Shots ringing out on a holy parasite Well, I've got a fever A non-believer I'm in a state of grace

Prescribed pills To offset the shakes To offset the pills You know you should take It a day at a time Or was it God who chokes In these situations, running late? The hospice is A relaxing weekend getaway

What I would give to sleep my life away I'd never feel alone again And yet it's still the same when I'm dreaming Cause at the end of the day it's just me in my own head What's the point of existence With this incurable sickness Just show me the door Give

At the end of the day At the end of the day you're another day older And that's all you can say for the life of the poor It's a struggle, it's a war And there's nothing that anyone's giving One more day standing about, what is it for? One day less to be

All that shines turns to rust All that stands in time turns to dust Yesterday, today, tomorrow, come rain, come shine Hell and back, the beginning in between till' the end of time Living, fighting, obsessing Just as long as I can share it all with you As

I have a life that's good Lord I pray At the end of the day Two arms around me Heaven to ground me And a family that always calls me home Four wheels to get there Enough love to share And a sweet, sweet, sweet song

Stop all this talk, turn off the telephone Open up another bottle, send those people home Let it get real quiet, turn that lamp way down low I'm gonna float down this river of tears I remember how we spoke on the days he was dry Even now that he's gone

Dance, baby, dance, like the world is ending This is who you are Sit back and look for the warnings Baby walkin' around with your head cut off Let's start today Dance, baby, 'cause, like the world is ending The queen's heart So we pray and we pray

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

Cold beer on a Friday night A pair of jeans that fit just right And the radio up Well I've seen the sunrise See the love in my woman's eyes Feel the touch of a precious child And know a mother's love You know I like my chicken fried Well I was raised up