The Fighter, The Rube, The Asshole

Lyrics

Depressed and he sings about whiskey Deranged and he's covered in flies The girls get their bindles delivered from boys on their bikes And i don't believe in anyone And you're not as hard as you say You aren't dying or soaking your soul Boy, you don't know shit about shame You are a beautiful man with guitar covered in glory and love You've never shaken and barfed in your bed even once I don't believe you're a fighter I don't believe you're a rube I don't believe in nothing you're trying to prove I'm up here dying with headfulls of pills Fingers of rubber a heartful of chills Oh? Somewhere something's on fire and somewhere a boy's 'bout to die Somewhere down in a rathole, they're praying to come up alive But this is the part where the pretty ones laugh while they're pretending to cry So bang on your drum and raise up your arms to the only god you've ever known But stay the fuck out of my alley. This is my home You ain't nothing but an asshole