Mama always told me, "baby there'd be days like this
When the bottom of the barrel will ever be as good as it gets."
There's a method to the madness
There's a truth in every lie
Gather 'round children, let me testify
Promises, promises, what are we to do
We've made it this far, running from the truth
Everything hurting me gets me high
Everything killing me keeps me alive
Gather 'round children, let me testify
Sure as there's a rising sun
I've got a date with oblivion
Tired of running from the fight
Time to take back what is mine
Don't tell me that the end is nigh
Gather 'round children, let me testify
Well, she tore through the town like a pistolero
On a rampage, looking for her bandero
I'm hanging here, at the end of my rope
Just waiting on my lady to come
