S.O.S. (Sawed Off Shotgun)

Mother, I don't wanna take my medicine

Twenty-four years, in the gutter again

I'm losing it

I'm losing it

Everybody's acting like they're all alright

I can barely get myself to sleep at night

I'm sick of it

Yeah, I'm sick of it

Yeah, they sent the tax man, I lost my job and

You got hooked on Oxycodone

They shut the lights off, they took the car and

I bought a sawed off shotgun

Yeah, they sent the tax man, I lost my job and

You got hooked on Oxycodone

They shut the lights off, they took the car and

I bought a sawed off shotgun

Never be crazier than to take these pills

I'm sick of being okay against my will

I'm losing it

I'm losing it

Ain't a thing in this world that I'm gonna miss

It's all fake smiles in leather jackets

We're full of it

Yeah, we're full of shit

I don't know who to trust, ooh

Yeah, they sent the tax man, I lost my job and

You got hooked on Oxycodone

They shut the lights off, they took the car and

I bought a sawed off shotgun

Yeah, they sent the tax man, I lost my job and

You got hooked on Oxycodone

They shut the lights off, they took the car and

I bought a sawed off shotgun

I'm losing it

I bought a sawed off shotgun

I'm losing it

I bought a sawed off shotgun

I don't know who to trust

Mainly people like us

Yeah, they sent the tax man, I lost my job and

You got hooked on oxycodone

They shut the lights off, they took the car and

I bought a sawed off shotgun

Yeah, they sent the tax man, I lost my job and

You got hooked on oxycodone

They shut the lights off, they took the car and

I bought a sawed off shotgun

Yeah, they sent the tax man, I lost my job and

You got hooked on oxycodone

They shut the lights off, they took the car and

I bought a sawed off shotgun