I'm So Sick Of Writing

Songs About Screwing Up

No Matter How Much I Fall Down,

It Seems It's Never Enough

No Matter How Much Good Luck

Throws Itself My Way,

I Find Some Way To Ruin It;

Fall Down Again The Next Day



Road Rashed, Run Down, Wrinkled From The Rain

The Song In My Heart Makes Just One Sound,

But I Sing Along Just The Same

And I Wonder How Long I'll Hang Around

Before I Go Insane

Before I Break Down

And Get Gone Again

Put Myself On Trial Again For Crimes I Couldn't See

My Naked Aggression Was Picked Up On A Charge Of Indecency

And I Remember How I Felt When First It Exposed Itself To Me

And Pray For Forgiveness, And A Sympathetic Jury



Road Rashed, Run Down, Wrinkled From The Rain

The Song In My Heart Makes Just One Sound,

But I Sing Along Just The Same

And I Wonder How Long I'll Hang Around

Before I Go Insane

Before I Break Down

And Get Gone Again



And It Makes No Difference

What You Thought You Came Here For

Any Plans That You Might Have Had; Swept Right Out The Door

And It Makes No Difference How Hard You Think You've Tried,

Cause What You'll Find Out In The End Is That Its Just A Lie

There've Been Girls That Loved Me,

But I Cheated On Them,

With A Woman Named Whiskey,

And Gin, Her Best Friend



Their Affections Flow Like Liquid

To A Thousand Other Men,

Who'll Trade Loving For Liquor;

Salvation For Sin

Road Rashed, Run Down, Wrinkled From The Rain

The Song In My Heart Makes Just One Sound,

But I Sing Along Just The Same

And I Wonder How Long I'll Hang Around

Before I Go Insane

Before I Break Down

And Get Gone Again