Thing of the Past Songtext
von Tim Barry
Thing of the Past Songtext
Two weeks without alcohol ain′t hard
If it weren't for these goddamn stars
And memories and hell that helps me sleep
I cannot focus if I don′t rest
And If I ain't doin' nothin′, lord, then I get depressed
So here′s to raisin' hell and livin′ cheap
Oh hell life ain't all it′s supposed to be
Walkin' floors and worryin′
Behind locked doors avoiding friends you hardly see
I've lived and learned and lord I've made it back
I′ve fought three at once and they whooped my ass
But livin′s better when taking chances constantly
I like to get high as a mountain
When I'm crumblin′ to my knees
And all that shit they talk, it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed up in this landscape
Huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity
Well these wrinkles they are proof of age
They read of all these single days
By learnin′ who is who, and what is what
See man, some may show a mask or two
And base their lives on havin' more than you
Man, that life must be lonely as fuck
See that′s not how it's supposed to be
Lappin' up commodities
With money that you don′t have or even see
I′ve lived and learned and lord I made it back
I want nothin', that′s still all I have
It's not what you make or do
It′s how you're livin′
I like to get high as a mountain
When I'm crumblin' to my knees
And all that shit they talk, it don′t mean a thing to me
We are all mixed up in this landscape
Huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity
Small, talk that shit
Well I′m growin' gray and I′m gettin' old
But that don′t mean I do what I'm told
In fact I′ve opted out, I've given up
See man, money is a thing of the past
You spend it once, and it don't come back
So says Reverend Bobby Joe Small
So that′s whats up
This is not what it′s supposed to be
Walkin' floors and worryin′
It's about life and love and family and thinkin′ free
I've been lit up before and I′ve bounced right back
Made mistakes and I've learned to laugh
Tonight I'm gettin′ drunk and simply livin′
I like to get high as a mountain
When I'm crumblin′ to my knees
And all that shit they talk, it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed up in this landscape
Huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity
Pacing chain store floors for identity.
If it weren't for these goddamn stars
And memories and hell that helps me sleep
I cannot focus if I don′t rest
And If I ain't doin' nothin′, lord, then I get depressed
So here′s to raisin' hell and livin′ cheap
Oh hell life ain't all it′s supposed to be
Walkin' floors and worryin′
Behind locked doors avoiding friends you hardly see
I've lived and learned and lord I've made it back
I′ve fought three at once and they whooped my ass
But livin′s better when taking chances constantly
I like to get high as a mountain
When I'm crumblin′ to my knees
And all that shit they talk, it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed up in this landscape
Huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity
Well these wrinkles they are proof of age
They read of all these single days
By learnin′ who is who, and what is what
See man, some may show a mask or two
And base their lives on havin' more than you
Man, that life must be lonely as fuck
See that′s not how it's supposed to be
Lappin' up commodities
With money that you don′t have or even see
I′ve lived and learned and lord I made it back
I want nothin', that′s still all I have
It's not what you make or do
It′s how you're livin′
I like to get high as a mountain
When I'm crumblin' to my knees
And all that shit they talk, it don′t mean a thing to me
We are all mixed up in this landscape
Huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity
Small, talk that shit
Well I′m growin' gray and I′m gettin' old
But that don′t mean I do what I'm told
In fact I′ve opted out, I've given up
See man, money is a thing of the past
You spend it once, and it don't come back
So says Reverend Bobby Joe Small
So that′s whats up
This is not what it′s supposed to be
Walkin' floors and worryin′
It's about life and love and family and thinkin′ free
I've been lit up before and I′ve bounced right back
Made mistakes and I've learned to laugh
Tonight I'm gettin′ drunk and simply livin′
I like to get high as a mountain
When I'm crumblin′ to my knees
And all that shit they talk, it don't mean a thing to me
We are all mixed up in this landscape
Huddled in the shade
Searching chain store shelves for identity
Pacing chain store floors for identity.
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