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[Verse 1]
He wasn't really known for breaking the rules
when he arrived in the second year of my high school.
He wasn't so much of a twist of fate
as a short turn up from a southern state.
He was born with a sweet tooth he couldn't beat,
always trying to find himself something sweet.
All that he found was a trouble and me,
Or maybe trouble just found him.

[Verse 2]
It was hard to hide that his heart had scars.
He would stay up late talking to the stars.
People tried to blame him for making bad choices
when he was only listening to the voices,
and searching for some kind of deeper truth
between the lines in the Bible and living proof.
There's no point now to judge him in vain;
if you haven't been there you don't know the pain.

[Chorus 1]
He was a liar but not a fraud,
living proof that there was no God,
just the Devil stiff as a rod,
a slave to the sugartooth.

[Verse 3]
His life became more than he could take;
he found a bad habit he couldn't break.
Nothing could tame him, and nothing could hold him.
He only took the pills when the doctor told him.
And looking too hard for that something sweet
to make his life feel less incomplete.
What in the hell are you going to do
when the world has made its mind up about you?

[Chorus 2]
He was a liar but not a fraud,
living proof that there was no God,
just the Devil stiff as a rod,
a slave to the sugartooth.

[Bridge]
He wanted to be a better man,
but life kicked him down like an old tin can.
He would give you the shirt on his back,
if not for a sugartooth.

[Verse 4]
They found him lying on his bed
with a gun in his hand and a quiet head.
His broken heart now is finally gone,
but I know that he had to hurt for too long.
To think he had fought it all on his own
just to lose the battle and die alone.
After so many years of feeling lost,
he finally made his way back home.

[Verse 5]
And I heard they put what was left in a box
and took it to a place called Jesus Rock,
and scattered him all over the jagged mound
as a symbol to all that peace had been found
but not for a son who’s left behind
with a hand stuck reaching back in time
to a place in which you can never unwind.
I hope he found something so sweet.

[Chorus 2]
He was a liar but not a fraud,
living proof that there was no God,
just the Devil, stiff as a rod,
a slave to the sugartooth.

He wanted to be a better man,
but life kicked him down like an old tin can.
He would give you the shirt on his back,
If not for a sugartooth.

[Outro]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, a slave to the sugartooth.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, a slave to the sugartooth.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, a slave to the sugartooth.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, a slave to the sugartooth

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