Won’t Be Coming Back

Lyrics

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 sheets to it And hopin' I sin I'm just me, I could never be them Don't know where to start, but I know where it ends Now I won't be comin' back Won't be me comin' back It's gonna be a story for the homes So you better lock your doors When the [?] And the preacher-man hoard Take it from the top, and never from the top You wake up with no money in a lonely bus stop Short change, kickin' the curb Taking all I have, 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 me comin' back 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 Die on my own Won't kiss no rings [?] Lost sight 'bout what life is about Ain't got no future I'm over it now