Come down

I've got red flags and, brother, it ain't pretty I drove a line from here to Havasu City

And the police came and tried to pick me up For doing coke on the dining room table

The fist fighting if I'm willing and able And I ran like hell so they don't catch up

And it's a pipe dream and all the really pretty women They steal my drugs and throw them up in the kitchen

Into the grey I lean I need some nicotine Cause this room is spinning

Cut the 8-ball to cover how I'm feeling Heavy staring at the living room ceiling

I ain't slept in days, I need a drink, okay And then we'll all get to living

I tied the knot and now she's pissed that I'm leaving I can't live if I'm barely breathing

It's gonna hurt when I hit the ground But I'm getting older and it's time to come back down

Blood red, I'll be dead by the sunrise The federales took the keys but it's alright