Well of course I’d rather sleep on your front porch than on your,
cat piss stained apartment floor
I wrote some songs about my life and I don’t sing about politics anymore
And you can bet until my last breath I will do my best to never second guess
that from here on out all these songs are about how we are gonna weather this
storm together
I’m still alive and I have survived
And I can stand up tall with pride to say that I haven’t tried suicide in the
last three years
but that’s not to say that I don’t have bad days, that I don’t curse gods name,
or puke at the sight of my own face
I just found a better place where I can be myself all by myself
There’s room for you buddy if you chose to smile and say,
FUCK YOU TO THOSE MONDAY BLUES
And throw away what you hold on to,
If it brings you down
So tell the truth what are you gonna do
Until you turn ninety-Two
Doing what someone tells you to or standing up against all of the bullshit
I might be poor well that’s for sure
But I’ll endure and I’ll go out on tour
And I lied to you when I said,
That I don’t sing about politics anymore
Jesus Christ didn’t die so you could be an asshole
he didn’t come back to cut you some slack for all the forgiveness you’ve wasted.