This whiskey got me feelin' pretty So pardon if I'm impolite I just really need your ass with me I'm sorry 'bout the other night And I know I could be more creative And come up with poetic lines But I'm turnt up off sizz' and "I love you" Is the only

Is it worth it? I don't know I don't know if it's worth it I don't know Are you giving up? Will you disappear? When it comes to me, I don't know you see I don't want to leave, but I can't stay The stars in the pavement Are washed up and jaded

Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by

God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

There is work to be done, to be done Let's have fun, fun, fun Form a line, oh, oh Come on, let's go Let the drums roll out Let the trumpet call While the people shout, "strike up the band" Hear the cymbals ring Calling one and all

This time will be the last time This time if you want me to come back, it's up to you But remember I won't allow the things you used to do You're gonna have to toe the mark and walk the line This time if I should feel unwanted, I won't stay Each tomorrow

Big Jack, Big Jack, The steam is a burning, Workin' up and down the line, The pot is getting ready, He's been working it so hard, When it comes to lovin', Big jack is on his way, Wink of satisfaction,

If you think that you're strong Wanna fight well come on And line up 'Cause livin' up against the wall, yeah Has got us locked up Come on and line up If you got all the stuff And you can't get enough Then line up Instead of just standin' around

God, your mama, and me Never gonna run dry, never gonna come up empty Now until the day I die, unconditionally You know I'm always gonna be here for ya No one's ever gonna love you more than That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wide That

The scream becomes a yawn I'll shut up and carry on When I get to the bottom of it I sink Seems like nothing I said Ever meant anything But a headline over my head Thought I made a stand Only made a scene There's no feast for the underfed