His head is in the gutter and his only friend is in his hand.
Thinks back to days of thunder and wonders what went wrong.
 
he's stuck in a rut of internet porn and smut
cause minimum wage just can't afford those corner whores.
 
He left his ambitions in a jar that he lost 4 years ago.
He was gonna go far but he started out a little slow.
 
He's down in the basement looking for a replacement
for his trashy life of anger and resent.
 
Left his lover in a car with a bullet in her head.
Pushed it in the lake and has been on the run ever since.

He said "I can't believe you felt sorry for me
you judged me before you ever heard my story".