S.O.S. (Sawed off Shotgun) [Live at Longboat Hall] Songtext
von The Glorious Sons
S.O.S. (Sawed off Shotgun) [Live at Longboat Hall] Songtext
Mother, I don′t wanna take my medicine
24 years in the gutter again, I'm losing it
I′m losing it
Everybody's acting like they're all alright
I can barely get myself to sleep at night,
I′m sick of it
I′m sick of it
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy-codeine
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy-codeine
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
I'd rather be crazy than to take these pills
I′m sick of being okay against my will
I'm losing it, I′m losing it
Ain't a thing in this
World that I′m gonna miss
It's all fake smiles and leather jackets
We're full of it, yeah we′re full of shit
I don′t know who to trust
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy-codeine
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy-codiene
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
I'm losing it
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
I′m losing it
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
I don't know who to trust
Maybe people like us
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy-codeine
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy=codeine
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy-codeine
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
Thank you
24 years in the gutter again, I'm losing it
I′m losing it
Everybody's acting like they're all alright
I can barely get myself to sleep at night,
I′m sick of it
I′m sick of it
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy-codeine
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy-codeine
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
I'd rather be crazy than to take these pills
I′m sick of being okay against my will
I'm losing it, I′m losing it
Ain't a thing in this
World that I′m gonna miss
It's all fake smiles and leather jackets
We're full of it, yeah we′re full of shit
I don′t know who to trust
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy-codeine
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy-codiene
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
I'm losing it
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
I′m losing it
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
I don't know who to trust
Maybe people like us
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy-codeine
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy=codeine
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
Yeah, they sent the taxman
I lost my job, and
You got hooked on oxy-codeine
They shut the lights off
They took the car, and
I bought a sawed-off shotgun
Thank you
Writer(s): Chris Huot, Adam Paquette, Brett Emmons, Chris Koster, Frederik Thaae, Jay Emmons Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com