Lyrics

Sometimes I drive and ignore the signs Without a seconds thought I'm not an asshole, but don't care about getting caught My friend the lawyer pads his time I think the man behind the man has got his hands In both your pockets laughing Grinding, like the milkman Pull the strings, the people dance On a leash like sheep herd, cash advance Put enough in your pocket, your life's a loan 'Til you can't get straight, deep red, full-blown You got no one to turn to and people you owe You're a dope, head shakin', battered, broke Life is tough man We go on with the show This life is tough man And everybody knows I call it as I see it I'm straight as shooters go (go) I might indulge a little In this life, you never know (know) I call it as I see it I'm straight as shooters go (go) I might indulge a little I said "Fuck it" long ago What is your play at the end of the day? (Should I know?) Will you stay down or will you find a way? (I'll find a way) What is your play at the end of the day? (I think I know) Will you stay down or will you find a way? I'll find a way (way, way, way) I'll find a way I call it as I see it I'm straight as shooters go (go) Why not indulge a little? In this life, you never know (know) I call it as I see it I'm straight as shooters go (go) Why not indulge a little? I said "Fuck it" long ago I said, "Fuck it, let it go"
Writer(s): Jan Cajka, Lubomir Ivan, Jeff Quinn, James Priestner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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