Play me a song People said he was useless Them people all were fools To ever play the blues Curtis Loew, Curtis Loew Well, I got your drinkin' money Tune up your Dobro 'Cause Curtis Loew was the finest picker Well, I used to wake the mornin'

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

And the record won't stop skipping And the lies just won't stop slipping And besides my reputation's on the line We can fake it for the airwaves Force our smiles, baby, half dead From comparing myself to everyone else around me Everyone else around me

Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it uh Look at all these old school Chevy's Twenty four's so you know we roll heavy uh They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Them boys will put you down

No one’s gonna take my soul away Headed towards a fucked up holiday Motel, sprees, sprees, and I’m singing It's innocence lost Innocence lost In the land of gods and monsters You got that medicine I need Living like Jim Morrison Fuck yeah give it to me,

Yeah, we got so close, so close to love But you had to go and mess it up When we got so close, so close to love Was it all too much or just not enough? When you left your T-shirt at my old apartment Have you ever wondered if you loved me harder Where

I want to be, I got to be Man of the world Man, man, man I heard there was a future bride Who will before your eyes Oh, I guess I never knew Yeah, what your woman's getting up to now I really tried to make ends meet Keep your vow, turn off the streets

This could be the end of my world But if she wants to leave She's got everything I want There's nothing stopping me From getting her attention Broken dreams, that's what she's been on But now I'm in the picture And the puzzle pieces of our love start to

I admit that I'm a lil' messed up But I can hide it when I'm all dressed up Good at overthinking with my heart How you even think it got this far? And I can be needy, way too damn needy I can be needy, tell me how good it feels to be needed I can be

This house is not for sale Coming home I'm coming home I set each stone and I hammered each nail Where memories live and the dream don't fail I'm coming home (this house is not for sale) These four walls have a got a story to tell The door is off the