Well, I slipped off to the carport on Sunday after church
And I cranked some rock 'n' roll, put the dank inside my bowl
Lit a spark up on the dark side where I wasn't supposed to go
And that preacher man's gonna know, but I just can't say no
To an old untamed mustang just itching to get gone
I 302'd the boss, said I'm taking Monday off
I ain't strung out on the shit and ain't derailed off the tracks
Just don't cross that line and make sure the line's fat
Oh, I, I'm not ashamed
Sometimes I'd like to find some cocaine
I get tired of living life good, so I ease towards the flame
And, oh, I'd like to get off the chain
I don't know what's left of me, these demons try to get the best of me
Maybe it's just my destiny, another highway-to-hell recipe
Then I pour up a cold drink and I called up an old flame
And I'm feeling just like old Hank when I chop out that propane
That gas pedal sticks, I'm alone
Hearing voices in my head, saying, "Boy, get back home"
And I take it and own it and I don't try to flaunt it
Another come-to-Jesus moment, but when the pain comes, I'm a-stoning
Oh, I, I'm not ashamed
Sometimes I'd like to find some cocaine
I get tired of living life good, so I ease towards the flame
And, oh, I'd like to get off the chain
Oh, I, I'm not ashamed
Sometimes I'd like to find some cocaine
Yeah, I get tired of living life good, so I ease towards the flame
And, oh, I'd like to get off the chain
I said, oh, I'd like to get off the chain
