open woundss to constantly lick    infinately sore    last time I saw my girl she was headed out my door       so tired, i'd rather be asleep    in bed resting at home    but what am i suppose to think with no place to call my own       chorus    all the minutes of the day    a dark cloud covering me    high noon moon    the only light i'll ever see       walkin papers, laid off from work    illumination so far away    losing friends at the bar    more each day this life is killing me       thinkin bout blastin town    time to get the fuck out of dodge    vamousse outta here    work my balls for another lodge    chorus