Folsom Wasted Away
Go! West Coast!
I'm aware of the fact you think my life hasn't amounted
to shit.
I've traded my home for the road and haven't got a thing.
There must be something more to this, how many times can
we have this argument? I'm broke, broke, sick, sore,
tired and full of hate, drift off to sleep in another
state.
This Friday night, every night shit's f..cking killing me,
but Vipers will not accept defeat (x2).
Another Saturday night wasted away, too far to care and
too drunk to dream. Once again the words you said won't
get, won't get, out of my f..cking head.
A tall boy, some jams and the HLC is all I need tonight
to forget you (x2). Another Saturday night wasted away,
too far too care and too drunk to dream.
Once again the words you said won't get, won't get, out
of my f..cking head.
