Tecato Lyrics - James Lynn Strait

Growin' up in broken homes 

You find yourself at ten years old 

Runnin' drag and startin' fights 

But minors hide behind their rights 

Start slow with beer and pot 

But soon you're bored with what you've got 

Try some dope at first, for kicks 

You'd promised that you'd never fix 

Fade away from the path you choose 

You stuck your arm, started to lose 

Surround yourself with pain and strife 

A downward spiral is your life 

Some years later, your life's a shell 

Still locked inside this living hell 

Only to cope, you leave your house 

Now meet the cops, your luck's run out 

You got no love, end up in jail 

A few more beefs, a five year tail 

Prison term before too long 

Your number's up 

And now you are gone 

(and thrown away the key) 

Jails, institutions and death 

(Think I'm fucking kidding?) 

Now it feels just like a dream 

But it's not what it seems 

Gotta block out the screams 

I'm too tired to defend, bring my life to an end 

This I can't comprehend, but it's coming 

Now the needle's in my neck 

I know that mine is not the only life I've wrecked 

Now that I know the battle can't be won 

Selfishness weighs a ton, lookin' out for number one 

As if my life was so pretty, now things look shitty 

And there's no one to save me from fuckin' pain 

It burns hot from the inside out 

Now there ain't no doubt 

How this bout started out 

Now they've finally brought me down 

Sympathy can't be found 

Locking doors, the only sound 

I've screwed over all who care 

Now it's only fair 

They've stripped my soul bare 

I can't take it 

Now it starts to come on strong 

The long arm of the law coming down on my head 

It's been so long since I have felt the sun beating down from above 

Without the bars on my cage reminding me 

That I got screwed up and I've got no love 

From a truck, what the fuck? 

I'll keep truckin' down 

I'm locked in this cell 

Kickin' it in hell 

Ain't no joke 

The straight dope started out 

(Locking doors the only sound) 

Jails, institutions and death 

(Think you can take your pick?) 

Kickin' dope in a jail cell 

You wanna die, it feels like hell 

Muscles ache, you cannot sleep 

Stomach ache, you cannot eat 

Do your time and make parole 

Now you're free, out of this hole 

Think you'd learn and start to cope 

But from the gate, you score some dope 

Nothing changes, you start to regress 

You're all strung out, life is a mess once again