Overheard the adults talking
Saying how I'm headed in the wrong direction
Obstacles most never have to dodge
Problem child half shaking heads rest nod
Deputy sheriff going over my life story
He knows I can hear
Bleeding heart cop saying how things went
To make me like this
Saying he needs more than Jesus
To get out of the hell I was in
Said I would punk out before I was 19
Well it turns out I was pretty f*cking tough
Tougher that most turn out to be
Little juvie little small town jail
Small little prisons and I'm 18 on the street
Leaving juvie behind
Turned out pretty f*cking tough
Hangin with slow mo, same halfway house
Slo mo sloppy jo can't put 4 words together
Can't add anything higher than 10
Nobody watching over him
Dim bulb in a damned world
He was pretty f*cking tough
Took the big boys rails till he could fight
Busting heads every night
Said it was self defense wound up in a pod anyhow
Stuff don't make sense anywhere
Overheard my boss sayin
He was gonna hang me dry
Take the hit for his other guy
Slo mo and me just fly fly fly
Cross country no goodbye
Few regrets
Some hooker shot him in the head
He didn't know what to do
Never tried, and the phones make it all look easy
I saw it all go down other one bit me when she
Heard the boom light up the room
Slo mo's sliding off the bed
We all said I ain't going back to jail
Said it all at once, even with the redneck ain't
What's done is done, he's better off dead anyhow
Less shit to put up with anyway
I went east killer went south, my biter headed up north
To ontario for some farm out in the sticks
We were all pretty f*cking tough
And you know how the highway you go over
Seems to curl up behind you sneaky
And grate like fingernails on a chalkboard filling up
Your head with tar and rock
And you know how the clouds in the moonlight
Turn into God the Devil and stab you with it's
Stupid painless pitchfork laughing in the breeze
And you know how the wind turns into voices
Telling you how good you are, how you're a good boy
How you're gonna do great things in life
Might even be president
And you'll get a good girl in a good world,
You're gonna mean something in the wind
And the hands clamp on my shoulders
Knee on my legs
Taser just under my ribcage
How in the f*ck did I get to Alabama
It's all obstacles
It's all obstacles
I'll never cry again
Not for me not for slo mo
Never again
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Overheard the adults talking
Saying how I'm headed in the wrong direction
Obstacles most never have to dodge
Problem child half shaking heads rest nod
Deputy sheriff going over my life story
He knows I can hear
Bleeding heart cop saying how things went
To make me like this
Saying he needs more than Jesus
To get out of the hell I was in
Said I would punk out before I was 19
Well it turns out I was pretty f*cking tough
Tougher that most turn out to be
Little juvie little small town jail
Small little prisons and I'm 18 on the street
Leaving juvie behind
Turned out pretty f*cking tough
Hangin with slow mo, same halfway house
Slo mo sloppy jo can't put 4 words together
Can't add anything higher than 10
Nobody watching over him
Dim bulb in a damned world
He was pretty f*cking tough
Took the big boys rails till he could fight
Busting heads every night
Said it was self defense wound up in a pod anyhow
Stuff don't make sense anywhere
Overheard my boss sayin
He was gonna hang me dry
Take the hit for his other guy
Slo mo and me just fly fly fly
Cross country no goodbye
Few regrets
Some hooker shot him in the head
He didn't know what to do
Never tried, and the phones make it all look easy
I saw it all go down other one bit me when she
Heard the boom light up the room
Slo mo's sliding off the bed
We all said I ain't going back to jail
Said it all at once, even with the redneck ain't
What's done is done, he's better off dead anyhow
Less shit to put up with anyway
I went east killer went south, my biter headed up north
To ontario for some farm out in the sticks
We were all pretty f*cking tough
And you know how the highway you go over
Seems to curl up behind you sneaky
And grate like fingernails on a chalkboard filling up
Your head with tar and rock
And you know how the clouds in the moonlight
Turn into God the Devil and stab you with it's
Stupid painless pitchfork laughing in the breeze
And you know how the wind turns into voices
Telling you how good you are, how you're a good boy
How you're gonna do great things in life
Might even be president
And you'll get a good girl in a good world,
You're gonna mean something in the wind
And the hands clamp on my shoulders
Knee on my legs
Taser just under my ribcage
How in the f*ck did I get to Alabama
It's all obstacles
It's all obstacles
I'll never cry again
Not for me not for slo mo
Never again
Saying how I'm headed in the wrong direction
Obstacles most never have to dodge
Problem child half shaking heads rest nod
Deputy sheriff going over my life story
He knows I can hear
Bleeding heart cop saying how things went
To make me like this
Saying he needs more than Jesus
To get out of the hell I was in
Said I would punk out before I was 19
Well it turns out I was pretty f*cking tough
Tougher that most turn out to be
Little juvie little small town jail
Small little prisons and I'm 18 on the street
Leaving juvie behind
Turned out pretty f*cking tough
Hangin with slow mo, same halfway house
Slo mo sloppy jo can't put 4 words together
Can't add anything higher than 10
Nobody watching over him
Dim bulb in a damned world
He was pretty f*cking tough
Took the big boys rails till he could fight
Busting heads every night
Said it was self defense wound up in a pod anyhow
Stuff don't make sense anywhere
Overheard my boss sayin
He was gonna hang me dry
Take the hit for his other guy
Slo mo and me just fly fly fly
Cross country no goodbye
Few regrets
Some hooker shot him in the head
He didn't know what to do
Never tried, and the phones make it all look easy
I saw it all go down other one bit me when she
Heard the boom light up the room
Slo mo's sliding off the bed
We all said I ain't going back to jail
Said it all at once, even with the redneck ain't
What's done is done, he's better off dead anyhow
Less shit to put up with anyway
I went east killer went south, my biter headed up north
To ontario for some farm out in the sticks
We were all pretty f*cking tough
And you know how the highway you go over
Seems to curl up behind you sneaky
And grate like fingernails on a chalkboard filling up
Your head with tar and rock
And you know how the clouds in the moonlight
Turn into God the Devil and stab you with it's
Stupid painless pitchfork laughing in the breeze
And you know how the wind turns into voices
Telling you how good you are, how you're a good boy
How you're gonna do great things in life
Might even be president
And you'll get a good girl in a good world,
You're gonna mean something in the wind
And the hands clamp on my shoulders
Knee on my legs
Taser just under my ribcage
How in the f*ck did I get to Alabama
It's all obstacles
It's all obstacles
I'll never cry again
Not for me not for slo mo
Never again
Writer: Bryan Bridges
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