Lyrics

When I became of age my mama sat me down Said "Son, you're growin' up, it's time you look around" So I began to notice some things I hadn't seen before That's what brought me here knockin' on your back door Oh, yeah - A closet queen, the busstop's dream, she wants to shake my hand I don't want to be there, she decides she can It's Apple Dan, he's just the man to pick fruit off your branches I can't sleep, and we can't keep this cattle on my ranches Oh, yeah - It's too strong, something's wrong and I guess I lost the feelin' I don't mind the games you play, but I don't like your dealin' God looked bad, the luck's been had and there's nothin' left to smoke Will I be back tomorrow for the punchline of the joke?