The Last Song Lyrics

"When the lead hits you

It'll hurt less with a little Whiskey in your gut"

"Oh.. Yeah.. Give the gentleman a double..

That way you won't feel a thing"

I'm at it again sitting at the pen

The half Arabic, half mad atrocity of mankind

While the beat is hot I thought a lot to holler back

A while back, but I thought again, fought again the urge

Sure, there I am, sitting at the curb

Brought the paper and the pencil, but you can't stand still

Jerk

Burp something half-assed and dream for something bigger

But the lil' world ain't for me, vomit with some glitter

Chased down with a shot of whisky and some cognac

The mood is on, the face is long like BoJack

Remain calm like the ol' buddha monk

Became star, fight the war to the thumb

Uh, this is too long, man this is crazy

Look back, all of it hazy and lazy

The ways he coped

With the days he's picked up, no daisies picked up

And the joke's that he's still a broke

Financially no, but mentally ill still

The scream's in key but he feels no aid's near

Killer of killers, bitter of bitters

Ain't no quitter but he's torturing the liver

Like there ain't no tomorrow

No dinner only liquor

Crack open the next one to help him get drunk quicker

Miserable, but the mask helps to cope

Laughable, but it's the next best to rope

But nah, my mama would be sad

Can't let that happen

So I'm sticking to some blackened heavy metal with a side of rapping'

Stackin' and Cracking' rhymes like a lyrical gift waiting for wrapping

In Christmas time, that's keeping me from snapping

The holiday blues is on, can I sit in Santas' lap then

Or am I too old for that, like for a record deal

When that's gonna happen?

Maybe never

But you won't rid of me easy

Keep the pressure on, even if no-one ever sees me

It's like a stab wound

And I'm bleeding out

This is not a joke

Just hear me out

I think I need help

Don't laugh man this is serious

This feeling inside me is insidious

I know that I need help

But I don't know how to ask for it

And feeling so incapable I'm more nervous because of it

I've been told to "man up" enough already

I wanna be the man you consider to be rock steady

Ready your horses

We ain't had last ride

Pride won't let me die

I'm crawling out of hell now

Don't know if I will make it

But I'm still alive to spite God

Despite all the poison and the trauma

Gonna' fight all the drama

Avoid bad karma

Ged ready for the red zone

And slaughter sorta' I'm the

Author of my own life

Don't put far away your headphones

You can bet your head on it, this ain't near my last song

"Would you like to see that agin?

It's hard to catch the first time"