Mama always told me, "baby there'd be days like this

When the bottom of the barrel will ever be as good as it gets."

There's a method to the madness

There's a truth in every lie

Gather 'round children, let me testify

Promises, promises, what are we to do

We've made it this far, running from the truth

Everything hurting me gets me high

Everything killing me keeps me alive

Gather 'round children, let me testify

Sure as there's a rising sun

I've got a date with oblivion

Tired of running from the fight

Time to take back what is mine

Don't tell me that the end is nigh

Gather 'round children, let me testify

Well, she tore through the town like a pistolero

On a rampage, looking for her bandero

I'm hanging here, at the end of my rope

Just waiting on my lady to come.