When God took all your drugs
It was the end of your world
That boy came through the door
He left through the window
And I've been thinking about my self
The fat, tired, lonesome, piece of s*** that I am
Or I tried to be
It was the end of your world
That boy came through the door
He left through the window
And I've been thinking about my self
The fat, tired, lonesome, piece of s*** that I am
Or I tried to be