I lost it all, my brain, life, my balls for y'all
no more phone calls
I walk alone, along 'cross the long hauls
the alcohol stars the show
the strip-malls, the hos, the strippers and spit balls
and pit falls I done fell through
I went to hell for you
probably end up in Bellevue or jail for you
that'll be two for two, headed for I.C.U.
Blah!
No time to grieve it all changes so fast
and after all we