When you think you're doing good
It all comes tumbling down
When
Smokin' cigarettes got a hold of me
Long about the summer
Well I miss you baby
I gotta get back home to
I'd build a ladder to the moon
There I'd carve your
Dimebag darrell godbless that man
ripped from us by the devils
well its late and you know ive been up drinking
talking
Atlantic City I was busted
And the wind was bitter cold
Well,
Could you try to keep it down I was up
A long haired man came to my door
Wearing roman sandles,
I use to get stoned on my sisters record collection
Same old story
Same old town
Same old me
Same old hangin' around
Same
Well I use to be crazy
Yea they called me a
I'll proclaim you to the father
If you proclaim me to
I walked forty-seven miles of barbed wire, I got a