Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stefan Babcock
Stefan Babcock
Guitar
Steve Sladkowski
Steve Sladkowski
Guitar
PUP
PUP
Performer
Nestor Chumak
Nestor Chumak
Background Vocals
Zack Mykula
Zack Mykula
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stefan Babcock
Stefan Babcock
Songwriter
Steve Sladkowski
Steve Sladkowski
Composer
Nestor Chumak
Nestor Chumak
Songwriter
Zack Mykula
Zack Mykula
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Hess
Harry Hess
Recording Engineer
Dave Schiffman
Dave Schiffman
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Up on Scorpion Hill, watchin' life
Passin' me by in the pale moonlight
And I sat there forever, three sheets to the wind
It's not helping my case, the state that I'm in
But it's not how they told you
My intentions were good
I was just burstin' apart like the end of the ark
Holdin' on to whatever I could
[Verse 2]
A square of light moves its way through the empty room
Across the stained yellow carpet like a ghost of myself in the afternoon
Haunting my basement apartment
I looked in to the mirror hangin' behind my door
The glass was cracked and the man starin' back
He don't look like me anymore
And if the world is gonna burn
Everyone should get a turn to light it up
[Verse 3]
Down and out, I've been on the rocks
I've been having some pretty dark thoughts
Yeah, I like them a lot
[Verse 4]
Time and time again, well I've tried and failed
To get my act together
And I'll admit, lately things really went off the rails
I know that you deserve better
But in the morning, as I was boarding the commuter train to work
The boss was calling, he said, "There's been cutbacks
And I'm sorry, you're the first"
And if I can't support the two of us
How can I support a third?
[Verse 5]
Down and out, I've been on the rocks
I've been havin' some pretty dark thoughts
And I'm on the brink
Fallin' deep into debt
Fallin' deep into drink
I can drown those regrets
I don't have to think
Now I'm workin' the night shift
Asleep at the wheel
I was burstin' apart like a flame from a spark
Thinkin', Jesus, this can't be for real
[Verse 6]
My sweat soaked mattress
Corner of the room
Cigarettes and matches
In the fading afternoon
And a picture of my kid, yeah, he's smilin'
It's the first day of school
[Verse 7]
She said, I found the gun, it was buried beneath
Piles of clothes in the room where your son sleeps
And I can't pretend to know how this will end
Written by: Nestor Chumak, Stefan Babcock, Steve Sladkowski, Zack Mykula
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