I look in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all Small town Alabama, from city life we Not a single light in the street, was scary and dark To a little boy catching the bus to school 5:30 I used to make up to keep my mind from wandering What was in the woods for me, my stomach still rumbling From the diet Even though was trying to do the best that she could Alcohol made her Her boyfriend was a prick, 26 Barely looked my direction and really didn't do My animosity grew along with my And impatience disastrous My teachers knew I was waiting And I did too, admittedly but I it Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and family stuff But I thought I had it rough I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I knew how I was It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and a shame, get your umbrella Wayne comes the heavy rain
Cause I'm the lighting to storm Dark bloodstains a dogfight The tornado to alarm Your hangover after a long I'm the snake outta your That one you ever did right The gunpowder to drum I'm son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun
If life is but a I'm up the in a paddle boat Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a goes Up and over the Mississippi to see the ocean So I go floatin', yeah But I made it a habit 19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the was the place and I made it home with the favorites pound of that seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles Make enough and then it even, just do it for tickles Nashville's under icicles, the Methadone's Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an No more chocolate-chip cookies, and jars Morbid and dark are my models, and old-school cars Sickening and I'm it I'm in half of it in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors I never my daddy but, They said I was the same and what a shame Here come the in the heavy rain
Cause I'm the to your storm bloodstains after a dogfight The to your alarm Your hangover after a night I'm the snake outta barn That one you ever did right The gunpowder to drum I'm son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun
And you can tell that I don't give a fuck Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle down man, Criminals all around Seventy-thousand dollars a night good, look a story usin' my war as my shield The truth, examined and The followings Plenty of fatherless children fill up the pit in the Usin' the mind for the feelin', just like poppin' a pill And I'm it in at makin' a win Thanks for the poems that you inspired, I'm it in Never you say "give me five," so make it a ten the chances I'm ballin', look at the bastard of him When I went to for the first time, I thought about you Son of a bitch, I it, I guess the rumours are true 'Cause I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came Trial by fire, pain, heavy
I'm the lighting to your storm Dark after a dogfight The tornado to your Your after a long night I'm the snake outta your That one you ever did right The gunpowder to drum I'm son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun