Songtext von The Living Bubba

I wake up tired and i wake up pissed Wonder how i ended up like this I wonder why things happen like they do But i don't wonder long cuz i got a show to do I'm sick at my stomach from the a.z.t. Broke at my bank cuz that shit ain't free But i'm here to stay (at least another week or two) I can't die now cuz i got another show to do Don't give me no pity don't give me no grief Wit till i die for sympathy Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two I can't die now cuz i got another show to do Don't give me no preachin' no self servin' I ain't no angel but nobody's deserving I can dance on my own grave, thank you! But i can't die now cuz i got another show... Some people keep saying i can't last long But i got my bands i got my songs, Liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along And i'm drunk and stubborn as they come Chain smoking, guitar picking, til i'm gone I ain't got no political agenda Ain't got no message for the youth of america 'cept "wear a rubber and be careful who you screw" And come see me next friday cuz i got another show... Some people stop living long before they die Work a dead end job just to scrape on by But i keep living just to bend that note in two And i can't die now cuz i got another show...