This could be the end 'Cause I ain't got a home I ain't got a home I'll forever roam Running with the streetlights, Laughing in the grave He swears he's gonna give it up, it's never gonna be enough I just wanna be there when you're all alone, thinkin'

Piss on your grave, piss on your grave These niggas ain’t playing Piss in your grave, piss in your grave I use your face as a urinal Then do the same at your funeral This one here for the executives, fuck you and all your relatives Piss on your grave,

In the cold hard dirt that you throw down I don't want to watch you drive away in a black car To a new bar so you can find another Hopeless broken girl in a little black dress And you'll take her break her lay her heart to rest And I don't wanna be

Swollen with liquid Ready to burst A load of my lymph Will quench this dead body's thirst One month in the grave Twisted and half decayed She turned a putrid yellow I pissed in her maggot filled asshole Fucking the rotting

An addiction to murdering Temptation to kill again The sensation comes over me I can't stop killing You tried to stop me Dead before you started Put me away Before I put another In the grave

You can have Charleston My home, my heart Where I was born and raised Where one day they're gonna take my body And lay it in a grave But it's got to be this way It's gonna break my heart to say, goodbye But it'll kill me if I stay The cobblestone streets

Sitting around waiting on two pink lines We're just sitting around waiting on two pink lines She was pacing back and forth On her front porch I pulled up slinging gravel In my daddy's ford She cried all the way to Johnson's store I kept the motor running

What's happenin', man This T.I.P., you know I'd like to dedicate this song to anybody who done ever lost somebody To the grave, to the streets, to the jail cell I done been in situations where I done had to cope with all three You know what I'm saying? I

Fall down on your knees and pray People steal, they cheat and lie For wealth and what it will buy Don't they know on the judgment day That their gold and silver will melt away I'd rather be in a deep, dark grave And know that my poor soul was saved Than

This town's too small to be mean And somebody's sister knows somebody's husband And somebody's daughter knows somebody's brother And around here, we all look out for each other Aw, but don't you forget it, as big as we're getting Too small to be lying