It can't be true Off of somebody else's sweat While you get fat For all our sake's And all our lives While you got fat You got fat So you make a little money So some people starve a little

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar

Any way, any way, only for a little while And I know anyday, anyday, I will see you smile You were talking and I thought I heard you say "Please leave me alone Nothing in this world can make me stay I'd rather go back, I'd rather go back home" But if you

Hey baby, it's a quarter to eight I feel I'm in the mood Hey baby, the hour is late I feel I've got to move Well, hey now, baby Aw, hey now, baby, Well, I like your smile Won't you come and talk to me For a little while

Like it only gets to shine for a little while Catch it in a mason jar and with holes in the top And run like hell to show it off That's just me and Charlie talking So you treat your love like a firefly Me and Charlie boy used to go walking, Sittin' in

I'm gonna need a little help, help, help While I'm getting' over you I been feelin' very weak, I been turnin' pretty pale First I'm fallin' to my knees, then I'm hangin' by my tail Asked the doctor for some medicine He said there's nothin' we can do

Alright children, the lights are out, and the party's over It's time for me, Dr. D, to start running and say goodbye, for a little while And I know you're gonna miss me, so I'll leave you with this You know that big ball of radiation we call the sun Well

Back in the doghouse What did I do wrong? Yeah, back in the doghouse And I'm singing this song, well And I'm singing this song With things alright for a little while But then the story of my life Was gonna wipe that smile You heard the born of a bad sign

I'm a cold one down at the end of the day A little sundown buzz and more on the way I wash a week's worth of dust off my old truck While Bobby Earl runs home to get dressed up Here comes Clifford, gotta forty in a brown bag In his pointed toe boots and a

It's got to get better in a little while. Don't you know what's wrong with me? I'm seeing things I don't want to see. Sniffing things that ain't no good for me. I'm going down fast, won't you say a prayer for me? The sun's got to shine on my guitar