Good for nothing at all
Crying in my beer, I feel pretty cool



Gonna waste away the night and be someone's fool



It's the same old song and dance everywhere I go



A sharp dressed piece of shit wanna run the show





Stumbling madly forward to another place



Through a barrel of a gun I saw a pretty face



With a long neck bottle of beer she was walking the line



She was death on two legs, her mother was 49







It was the coolest thing she ever said



When I woke up in her mother's bed



Well alright, she said yeah



Wanna go for a ride?



Wanna do it again?







Long gone lover baby's gonna give me hell



The devil in me took a ride to the wishing well



Sneaking round the house trying to find the door



When she punched me in the face and dragged me to the floor







She said: