my life don't mean a fucking thing i loose feeling i believe none of what i hear and half of what i see someday ill find out what life means or die
on whiskey. We work and then we drink And we don't care what you think We'll have no exercise on whiskey. Liberty! Liberty! And no exercise on whiskey
Sacto Sacto, where we're from Drinking, fighting, having fun Sacramento, my home & my roots Through blood, through paint, through booze, through boots
I got love and bitterness tattooed on my wrist All I ever wanted was happiness Clench my fingers and ball my fists Throw my 40 down, I'm pissed! I need
Ah, Shit! Hopped on the night train (whoa-oh) Going down to Frisco drinkin' Cisco On the train with me was my friend Mickey's On his 43rd bottle of Whiskey
Your anguished screams in agony Your tortured sobs so unsettling Broken faith that tortures me Your heart left beating, bleeding on the street Never
Initials tattooed inside of my lip Scars from the bottle on my fingertip Cigarette burn on the web of my hand Eardrums shattered from my nights with
Working women working me Well I hope you understand You gotta live how you live and give what you give but not by their demand Well I used to have hopes
16th and Broadway 3 the hard way 3 homeless street kids steal and drink all day Wake up in the morning everything's alright Me an sean steal and bomb
When the future's uncertain, Feel like committing some crimes You gotta pull back the curtain Let out those feelings inside When there's nowhere to hide
My life don't mean a fucking thing I loose feeling I believe none of what I hear And half of what I see Someday I'll find out what life means Or die
Campaigns, bloodstains Give me a knife I'll carve out your brain Hard times, land mines Blowing up, blowing off war crimes Middle east the streets Is
We mean nothing to you You frown on all we do We're not kids, we're not men But we will not give in You can't see us anymore We're Invisible!
Got a degree in petty crime and wasted time, for better or for worse Can't teach me shit, I've got a spoiled mind it's a blessing and a curse Streets
An industrial strip in the shadow of downtown Where tempers flare up when the lights go down Cooking up a batch in a hotel room Till one bad fume, the
Fuck the world, that's your motto Like an outlaw desperado Now with nothing left to lose so I drown my pain in booze But I turn to the rock of ages Cause
It's not fair to want to die When so many fight to live Far worse off than you or I with nothing left to give I'm older and I'm wiser, I'm closer to
