I don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel Just because somebody's evening didn't go so well If I ever get back to Bristol I'm better off sleeping in the county jail Don't wanna die in a Super 8 motel Having such a sweet night Audience was just right Drinking

Get back, honky cat Better get back to the woods Well, I quit those days and my redneck ways They said, get back, honky cat You better get back, honky cat Living in the city ain't where it's at It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine Get back,

Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel, Heavenly, Angel (Kelly/Mann) I can barely keep a grip on the pen I hold Better get a grip on myself I'm told I've grown bitterly, shameslessly, Indescribably cold I dove well into my cups And wrote you a note full of

It's getting closer now We're better off without you Feel the pressure I can feel the pressure Feeling empty, I can Some things I'll never know And I had to let them go Tell me where our time went And if it was time well spent

And I got you now, I'm not alone All I need in this life is one From the altar to the grave Trying to find a way, getting better every day And only savior of masochists It's the last days of our life and faith, amen Well, it's the dead end, slave One

Well it don't get No better than this We got the sunshine on our face Moonshine on our lips Well around here This is as good as it gets Everybody take a sip Yeah it don't get better than this We got the summertime with my friends

Fitter, happier More productive Comfortable Not drinking too much Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries Eating well, no more microwave dinners and saturated fats A patient, better

Yeah, it's always better when we're together Well, it's always better when we're together There is no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard No song that I could sing, but I can try for your heart Our dreams, and they are made out of

Over and over again Tell me slowly Down in your heart, you know better Same old story Nobody's buying There ain't any truth to it The fact is you're lying But I'm getting used to it Promising we'll stay together

It's getting closer now We're better off without you Feel the pressure I can feel the pressure And I had to let them go Feeling empty, I can Some things I'll never know Tell me where our time went And if it was time well spent