Well, the creeks will rise
And the devil’s by my side
Cuz the good lord ain’t willin’ for me

It was a gradual decline
It was all by-and-by
Cuz it all was a fantasy

But I got up—
Woke up by the full moon rise
And now I can clearly see

That when the stakes are gettin’ high
And I’m left out to dry
I don’t need nothin’ else to care for me

No, no more medicine
I’m convinced it’ll be the death of me
No, no more medicine
That’s the way that it’s gotta be

Well, it’s hard to be divine
When sinnin’s on my mind
I got none of life’s luxuries

That’s the time I pay the fine
As a martyr of some kind
Chippin’ at the walls of greed

We get depressed
Cuz we have less
More and more everyday, it seems

But that’s when tempers start to rise
‘Cuz the fire’s gettin’ high
Inflammation i$ inflammatory

They always sing about:
Beer, weed, and wine
And ‘whiskey river take my mind’
Destruction packaged as a remedy
Keep them eyes open wide,
Last thing you need is to go blind
You can’t fix a problem that you can’t see

I still shiver for the time
I was kept for suicide
Four walls were closin’ in on me

I guess I lost my peace of mind
Everything was supervised
‘Cept the demons that were flyin’ free

It used to be so easy
Used to be so free
It used to be on the radio

But now the tide is gettin’ high
And the fear will be unkind
Makes you convinced
you got nowhere to go