Lyrics

I woke up on the wrong side of the floor Made, made my way through the front door Broke my engagement with myself Perfect picture of bad health Another notch scratched on my bell The future just ain't what it used to be I got a new start on a dead end road Peaked, peaked out on reaching new lows Owe I paid off all my debts to myself Perfect picture of bad health Another notch scratched on my belt The future's in my living room Uptight I'm a nag with a gun All night Suicide's last call I've been uptight all night I'm a son of gun I'm a son of gun Uptight I'm a nag with a gun All night Suicide's last call I've been uptight all night I'm a son of gun I'm a son of gun Uptight I'm a nag with a gun All night Suicide's last call I've been uptight all night I'm a son of gun I'm a son of gun Uptight I'm a nag with a gun All night Suicide's last call I've been uptight all night I'm a son of gun I'm a son of gun Uptight I'm a nag with a gun All night Suicide's last call I've been uptight all night I'm a son of gun I'm a son of gun Uptight I'm a nag with a gun All night Suicide's last call I've been uptight all night I'm a son of gun I'm a son of gun
Writer(s): Attrell Stephen Cordes, Shara Nelson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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