Off the Chain

Well, I slipped off to the carport on Sunday after church

And I cranked some rock 'n' roll, put the dank inside my bowl

Lit a spark up to the dark side where I wasn't supposed to go

And that preacher man's gonna know, but I just can't say no

To an old untamed mustang just itching to get gone

I 302'd the boss, said I'm taking Monday off

I ain't strung out on the shit and I ain't derailed off the tracks

Just don't cross that line and make sure the line's fat

Oh, I, I'm not ashamed

Sometimes I'd like to find some cocaine

I get tired of living life good, so I ease towards the flame

And, oh, I'd like to get off the chain

I don't know what's left of me, these demons try to get the best of me

Maybe it's just my destiny, another highway-to-hell recipe

Then I pour up a cold drink and I called up an old flame

And I'm feeling just like old Hank when I chop out that propane

That gas pedal sticks, I'm alone

Hearing voices in my head, saying, "Boy, get back home"

And I take it and own it and I don't try to flaunt it

Another come-to-Jesus moment, but when the pain comes, I'm a-stoning

Oh, I, I'm not ashamed

Sometimes I'd like to find some cocaine

I get tired of living life good, so I ease towards the flame

And, oh, I'd like to get off the chain

Oh, I, I'm not ashamed

But sometimes I'd like to find some cocaine

Yeah, I get tired of living life good, so I ease towards the flame

And, oh, I'd like to get off the chain

I said, oh, I'd like to get off the chain