Does it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Tell me, tell me Are you tired of runnin' Through my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt

My life has meaning again Sittin' on the interstate The end of another day Feeling tired, feeling beat up, feeling small Sick of running this rat race And Coming last place Feeling like I don't matter at all Then I walk through the door She says "I

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

Runnin' I ain't running, I ain't running away Ready to face all that's in front of me now, Runnin' I ain't running away 'Cause I'm so tired of running I keep my head up, with my feet on the ground, From the bottom so up is the only place that I'm going,

Scary monsters, super creeps Keep me running, running scared Waiting at the lights know what I mean Oh oh woh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh oh Oh oh oh, oh oh She had an horror of rooms she was tired you can't hide beat When I looked in her eyes they were blue but

Whiskey's gone but I ain't leaving. There's got to be a bottle in the back. Got to get this devil off my back. There's a note on the table. Said I ain't coming back. 'Til your sorry ass is gone. I'm tired of the cheating and running around. I never saw

Does it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Tell me, tell me Are you tired of runnin' Through my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt

We all wanna be giants, but our heads are too heavy from the mess that we're in We all wanna have patience and we want it right now gettin' tired of waitin' We all wanna make progress, and we sufferin' runnin' in circles again The only reason that I

Tired of the runnin' Runnin' from the law Said I'm tired of the runnin' Baby you gotta believe me Baby ya gotta believe me I'm sittin' on my porch watchin the law As they ride past in their patrol cars So tell me why I feel the enemy They're supposed to

Two...three...four...I drank all my fuckin' brew and I ain't gots no more... Feeling so damn tired Running on desperate fumes For the end is Always near, now Empty handed It's always soon Psychocise me