Glad I Got Home

Well I'm glad I got home and I'm glad I still got my friends

I'm glad you're still doing exactly what you've been

And I'm glad I got you. I'm glad ya got me

I'm glad we're still living, separately

I give a few dollars to those good men

I give a few dollars for those helping hands

So you want a little paycheck boy?

Ya better do your time boy

You want a little blow back, then try an off shore breeze

Well if ya don't like me, overtime

Then I won't like you, over time

But in the meantime buddy I'll try

So ya think that I'm fucked up?

You're probably fucked up too

You think that I'm an angel, then you're living in sin

'Cause I know that I'm fucked up

That means you're fucked up too

You think that I'm the devil?

Well it's time to say goodbye

So goodbye, good boys goodbye, good lord goodbye