Sipping whiskey from a paper cup, You drown your sorrows till you can't get up, Take a look at what you've done to yourself, Why don't you put the bottle back on she shelf, Yellow fingers from your cigarettes, Your hands are shaking while your body sweats, Why don't you look into Jesus, He's got the answer. Gonorrhea on Valentines Day, And you're still looking for the perfect lay, You think rock and roll will set you free, You'll be deaf before your thirty three, Shooting junk till your half insane, Broken needle in your purple vein,
Why don't you look into Jesus, he's got the answer.
You work all night, sleep all day, You take your money, throw it all away, You say you're going to be a superstar, But you've never hung around enough to find out who you Really are. Think back to when you were a child, Your soul was free, your heart ran wild, Each day was different, and life was a thrill, You knew tomorrow would be better still, Things have changed you're much older now, If you're unhappy and you don't know how,
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