Another day, another dollar. I wanna scream, oh man, I wanna holler.
You made it, you called it. I've got an empty hole in my wallet.
Don't take it down- the picture of me when I still knew you. What do you want my self respect for- 'don't have to take it, I'll give it to you.
In the dark, everyone is sleeping. Their dirty dreams are on the ground, creeping.
Keep driving through the ice- tell yourself that everything's nice.
You lie through your teeth while you're sucking in- I've seen it before and I'll say it again- it's a motherf$%king cold world and you're never gonna warm it up.
You won't make it one day without her.
alright, that's the way it goes- in her arms, start crying like a baby every time you come home.
And she'll shush you to be quiet, and that's the only way you'll ever make it out again.
Right! And you stab your way out, and there's nothing left to cut.
All alone you wrap up in a blanket and you grit your teeth. You know you're never gonna make it- you know what I mean?
I'm gonna hold on tight- yeah I'm gonna cling- and there isn't anything that you won't help me to bring home.
Another day- it was fated- the best days are the ones I hated, and the list goes on and on and on- all the people who thought they'd never make it.