I got dime bags stacked up like trophy wives    I'm a punctuated pulse bereft of smile   I'm spruced up like a cheesecake before the knife       Thank God I've hit the bottom    Thank God I've hit the bottom       I've been pickin' fights with graffiti artists, hey    Now you know the dead are filled with brains    Chips on my shoulder, I got lungs on my sleeve    Only You Am I know why I'm down here I guess       Thank God I've hit the bottom    Thank God I've hit the bottom       'Cos hell knows if I would have seen you from up there       It was the best of times, it was the worst of times    I can see clearly now some pain is gone       Thank God I've hit the bottom    Thank God I've hit the bottom    Thank God I've hit    God