[Jeff Martin, Paul Gilbert, Scott Travis]. . Comes way after midnight. Slinks around the alleys of your mind. Wakes you and you're breathless. Cannot figure out waht's deep inside you.
Hard whiskey and rum. Feels like I'm living. Under god's thumb. Poeple say it all the time. That my life. It ain't worth a dime. . Now I cry. And I try moving to.