Slo-Mo

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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fuck 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