Covered in Red

Too late to talk about it Too late to think I've already done the thing And I'm history Hot head covered in red Turned into a cold sweat And I'm running harder Than a jockeyed thoroughbred Hands on the wheel Just tryin to keep a grip Thought I could keep it in line Couldn't wrestle down the time I guess it's better off That old man than me instead I've Paid up the pain with some weight in lead Can't count the times I woke Head hard on the floor And a mouth full of blood When my mother couldn't take it anymore Funny how they'd joke at school About a kid with two black eyes Funny how they couldn't smile When I made them cry Just a kid with a fear of sleeping through the night Had to run away from home Paid 40 for some wheels Scared that next bottle gone Might just get me killed Product of that laden moonshine whiskey still Too late to talk about it Too late to think I've already done the thing And I'm history Better that old man instead Better off than me I've gone and paid up the pain with some weight in lead Covered up and left 6 feet beneath the shed Covered up and left 6 feet beneath the shed