There wasn't much left Except for the last twenty sack And the last twenty of my last check I took a pill and went to sleep on the last step Woke up and took it in with a half breath Then a deep sigh, I struck a matchstick I lit my cigarette Feeling half dead, whiskey on my mind Then came the dead Sheriff in the yard, here comes the rest I sat like a ghost, they all passed by My girl cried baby this'll be my last bye Baby in her arms She took a cab home She told me I was only good for a sad song A crooked smile I gave Nonchalant about it Maybe she'll come back This time I doubt it Act like I care, but I really don't Wanted to change But somehow I knew I really won't See I'm the type of man, who can't stay out the bottle If the sun is out I'd rather be in the shadow Sadness is like a wound that I can't heal Maybe I'll love blood, I just let it spill And I never turned to church for a pray in hand God's not going to land another saving hand If the time came like it has time again Then I would watch the clock and be late again One gun and a Harley in the driveway One way out, dirt road, pathway Put another dead butt in the ash tray I stand up still drunk, half baked Cover my eyes from the bright morning sun blaring And through the fence I can see this little boy staring Paid him no attention In fact I barely seen him Until he walked away And he started singing London Bridge is falling down, falling down And if it don't stop falling, then all of us will drown Then we'll crash, crash, right down again Oh we'll crash, crash, right down again I didn't see it coming I didn't see the wall And I went from running, to a slow crawl I feel like I'm a child, but I'm afraid to cry Would say I'm okay but I'm afraid to lie I speak no evil, but hear no angels A family is callin' but all I see is strangers Take the bible from the hotel drawer Hell froze over ice cold hell's door Knock knock I'm on the salt road non stop The exit I will pass 'cause the sign did rot And the gust of a dry summer Dirty water in the tap I think I found my number in the sand Right next to an empty can Old number seven, Jack is back again And the voice goes round and round And I would take the bridge But I can't forget the sound London Bridge is falling down, falling down And if it don't stop falling, then all of us will drown Then we'll crash, crash, right down again Oh we'll crash, crash, right down again I'll be coming up when the sun goes down Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground Running from the law but I can't be found Only my God can track me down I'll be coming up when the sun goes down Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground Running from the law but I can't be found Only my God can track me down I'll be coming up when the sun goes down Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground Running from the law but I can't be found Only my God can track me down I'll be coming up when the sun goes down Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground Running from the law but I can't be found Only my God can track me down And we'll crash, crash, right down again Oh we'll crash, crash, right down again I'll be coming up when the sun goes down Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground Running from the law but I can't be found Only my God can track me down I'll be coming up when the sun goes down Rolling like a rock 'til I hit the ground Running from the law but I can't be found Only my God can track me down I'll be coming up when the sun goes down