It Ain't All Flowers

Cleaning out the darkest corner of my mind

Taking all my full circles and making straight lines

Been getting to the bottom of the bottom getting to me

I've been holding up the mirror

To everything I don't want to see

But it ain't all flowers

Sometimes you gotta feel the thorns

When you play with the devil

You know you gonna get the horns

Been dancing with the demons all my life

Every time I find my groove, they cut in like a knife

Been a sin eater, Lord, since the day I was born

Tired of feeling weighed down

From carrying 'round all the pain that keeps me torn

So I pray, when I lay me down to die

Grab a glass of wine, and a seat to dine

And go ahead and eat the whole damn pie

Ain't all flowers

Sometimes you gotta smell the thorns

And when you play with the devil

You know you gonna get the horns

Oh, Lord

Oh, lay me down

Oh, lay me down

Oh, lay me down