Good people sometimes think bad things Good people dream bad things, don't you Good people even do bad things Once in a while, we do
Factory smoke and choke in pain Cuz del ray funk is in my brain So I break the law but I'm not to blame You only know my place, you don't know my name
Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal And I steal a car and I grip the wheel And I park the car then I steal it again Cuz I really don't know what's happening
I wait for night to fall then I walk outside And then I run back in cuz I don't wanna die You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain
And I pray to God to help me justify Look over me cuz my brain is fried And I don't have a name, I don't have a home I just lay alone on my bed of stone
You see, death awaits me on my narrow path And when I stop to think I can only laugh Because I'm not alone, it didn't take me long To see everybody singing that southwest song
Wooooooo oh we-oh Everybody singing that southwest song
Some say I'm real and some say I'm fake But I really don't care cuz it's all too late You see, my mind is weak and I'm losing breath As I crawl along I can feel the death
Everywhere I go I bring with me pride And then I pay the carny and I take a ride But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death So I try it again with what pride is left
If we have to go then you can take me fast You see, I started under and I'm sinking fast And when the joker's card is missing from your deck Then you know the road has finally caught my neck
Eh, yo, don't look, now, there we go again It's me and the grim reaper, best of friends He's always hanging round waitin for me to die We shot a game of pool, he's not a bad guy
I feel him in the corner of a circled room At about thirteen in the afternoon And then I see the strain as I walk along I notice everybody singing that southwest song
Wooooooo oh we-oh Everybody singing that southwest song
What does seem bad to you? I'm angry... What does seem bad to you? I'm angry Everybody singing that southwest song
If my time has come, then I'm ready to go Shoot me in the face with your forty-four And when I'm falling down to my soury death I'll laugh with my very last breath (hahaha)
Lose some, win some, that's how it goes I've been down and out, I took many blows And there ain't nothing here I ain't seen before I'm just a jugglin juggla jugglin more
You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down You wanna start a family and ya own a home I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone
You see the forks up, I see the forks down But I'm a wicked clown, so don't fuck around Cuz my brain is gone and it's on it's way I'm exploding, so get off me, dog!!!
And I could be right and I could be wrong And if I ain't dead now then it won't be long But it does not matter what set you on Tonight everybody sings that southwest song
Wooooooo oh we-oh Everybody singing that southwest song
