better left dead - American dream Lyrics

Well, I'm no longer a fan of this rodeo Y'all stay quiet and I'll get a low
And I done broke my back, for the good and the bad Throwin' in the towel down the road
I float

You gotta get high, to get by
I be tryin real hard just to stay alive
All right, all right, all right, all right

And it's a cruel, cruel world, the one that
We live in Turn every kid into a downright heathen
We got gangsters and cash bodies in the street The bags pile up and there's nothin' but drugs to eat

You gotta get high, to get by I'll be tryin' real hard just to stay alive
All right, all right, all right, all right

It's like my brain knows what my eyes can't see I got half a six-pack and a bag of weed
And I just wanna go home man f*ck the sleep There's no American dream
You gotta get high, just to get by I'll be tryin' real hard just to stay alive

Yeah, yeah, all right