Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

You should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here

I don't even understand how the fuck my plug talk (huh? what, what?) Pick him up in a space coupe, I don't let my plug walk (skrrt, pull up in a space coupe) New freak, had to cut my other lil' bitch off (ooh, ooh, lil' bitch) Fifty K, you could come and

Down in that cold, cold ground And pass me all around" "Throw my brain in a hurricane And the deaf can take both of my ears And the blind can have my eyes I?d rather have 'em cut me up Woke up this morning Put on my slippers Walked in the kitchen

Find a few good buddies, start a band Just get you a guitar and learn how to play Cut up some jeans, come up with a name When you're living in a world that you don't understand I never was a straight-lace, straight A student Teacher's pet or child

I felt a stutter and a waiver, cutting like a razor Like fire through the snow, then straight down to the bone She creeps up like a spider, then wants you deep inside her She turns you into stone, a twisted little show That's how it was all to begin,

I can't forgive, I can't forget This dream was ours, but you ripped it to shreds! There's no escape, I can't reflect The distance kills me, but your presence's a threat! I will stay with you and cut right through Through the essence of all that once was

This rambler has cut all the ties and pulled up stakes to hit the road and go I woke up this afternoon and looked into your eyes And somethin' was as wrong as if the sun forgot to rise I picked up a road map and I checked a few good places that I know

It appears that we have reached the edge, that zenith where stimuli and comatose collide Forty years ago, the man proclaimed the age of the gross to be upon us, and even though the man was destroying our heritage and insulting our intelligence That era

In a round of bullets and blood and smoke, I saw the midnight come and I watched her go. I watched her go. I got a razor sharp mind that wants to cut you down. A little place in mind and baby I could let you down. Pony up, we got a ways to go. Set me up