Lyrics
My brain, my fingers
Bought bottles in a package place
Got caught up on a park bench
Everybody tried to get a taste
When the sun goes down
I swear to God they'll try to run you out of this town
And they will beat you down
They will beat you down
If you stay around
You're gonna get shot down
They will beat you down
They will beat you down
And you'll feel like a hungry dog in the street on a very short leash
My heart is a cancer
Radiation wouldn't help a thing
My God doesn't answer
Pray nightly every single week
When the liquor runs low
My friends run low
Got nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
No religion could ever save my soul
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
And I feel like a hungry dog in the street on a very short leash
