I'm sittin in the back
Of an old cadillac
Sippin straight from the bottle
Of my good friend jack
Like the cockroaches
Hiding under the bed
Hoping to catch some crumbs
Before you step on my head
Maybe like a ball fo lint
Deep in your back pocket
I'm hiding from my crumbling life
Cause I can't find a way to stop it
It's easier to let it slide
When the pain's removed from life
I'm guiding my life trying to hide
From the pain that I feel in the light
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