When the world pronounced me dead put me in the grave the cut off my
legs it was not long I couldn't hold my mouth I ran my head I ran
my head
It's strange to be around again things might have killed
me but not the bastard in the skies I was fucking with the plan asking
for it all, call it karma or guilt being dragged down the road call it
wisdom or ignorance
But it's still alive and it's in me now and it
lives and breathes but, I can't give a fuck I've got a big mouth and
there's a lot to learn from a bottle of whiskey it's where you come
from (the south)
A remedy to the curse cold turkey, drop the
bomb on harder wares control suspend above, become one Look at what's
around It may piss you off It might be shit But I just can't lie
around Feeling sorry for myself
I could care less (from weed and
whiskey) I fell in front of my friends I dropped out in front of the
world you call that supernatural? I ain't
Black wings will weather
your flight for some there's no second time following paths of your
life I stepped off the mountain to the sky
watch your ass no it's
where you come from it's where you come from