Lyrics

A ragged old man holds up a sign The front begs for whiskey, the back the end is nigh Everyone has an opinion on how to fix his life But no one asked what he wants An old man like me, drinks a 4 Loko a day Alcohol numbs the night, caffeine to stay awake Ain't no way I'm gonna sleep with Sodom and Gomorrah around me Every single night The footsteps bang Like hail hitting pavement The thuds keeping pace Not to be a hypocrite, but I know my limit I surpass it each night, cause I can't keep with it The constant berading eyes and murmurs Diverted around me Do they think I'm deaf Do they think I'm blind Despite my old age, my body's working fine. All these drunken 20s, 30s, 40s All something's Every single night The footsteps bang Like hail hitting pavement The thuds keeping pace Do they think I'm deaf Do they think I'm blind Despite my old age, my body's working fine All these drunken fuckers
Writer(s): Kurt Armstrong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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