open woundss to constantly lick
infinately sore
last time I saw my girl she was headed out my door

so tired, i'd rather be asleep
in bed resting at home
but what am i suppose to think with no place to call my own

chorus
all the minutes of the day
a dark cloud covering me
high noon moon
the only light i'll ever see

walkin papers, laid off from work
illumination so far away
losing friends at the bar
more each day this life is killing me

thinkin bout blastin town
time to get the fuck out of dodge
vamousse outta here
work my balls for another lodge
chorus