Songtext von Thank God I've Hit The Bottom

I got dime bags stacked up like trophy wives I'm a punctuated pulse bereft of smile I'm spruced up like a cheesecake before the knife Thank God I've hit the bottom Thank God I've hit the bottom I've been pickin' fights with graffiti artists, hey Now you know the dead are filled with brains Chips on my shoulder, I got lungs on my sleeve Only You Am I know why I'm down here I guess Thank God I've hit the bottom Thank God I've hit the bottom 'Cos hell knows if I would have seen you from up there It was the best of times, it was the worst of times I can see clearly now some pain is gone Thank God I've hit the bottom Thank God I've hit the bottom Thank God I've hit God