I've got a fast life and a slow cuttin' knife. I've been drinkin' at a poisoned well. No home and a bag of bones and nothin' else left to sell. I know why I'm in this hellβI just don't wanna believe.
Past that line you just can't tell, but right now there's someone lookin' out for me.
I got one more shot at livin'. I'm lucky that I can, 'cause I got a little roughed up. Yeah, I really got fucked up.