Mad for the ones that are mad for livin'
Mad for life? I am forgivin'
I'm gonna burn like a roman candle tonight
In the city's sight, in the very cold light
I've had enough, I'm goin' to win
I'm 3 sheeps to it and hopin' I sin
I'm just me, I could never be them
Wouldn't know where to start, but I know where to end
Now I won't be comin' back
Won't be becomin' mad
It's gonna be a story for the homes
So you better lock your doors
When the [?]
And the preacher-man hoard
If you're looking from the top, then never from the top
You wake up with no money in a lonely bus stop
Short change, kickin' the curb
After keeping all I had, I guess it's what I deserve
Jesus saves, saves bens
I'm flat broke, I got nothing to give
Now I won't be comin' back
Won't be becomin' mad
In the name of the father and the son
We gonna end up in a pinebox six feet under
And ain't nobody gonna be stunned
'Cuz we know who you were and what you've become
Damn fate, I'll die on my own
Won't kiss no rings I should've been thrown
Lost sight on what life is about
Ain't got no future, I'm over it now
