Made, made my way through the front door
Broke my engagement with myself
Perfect picture of bad health
Another notch scratched on my belt
The future just aint what it used to be
I got a new start on a dead end road
Peaked, peaked out on reaching new lows
Owed, I paid off all my debts to myself
Perfect picture of bad health
Another notch scratched on my belt
The futures in my living room
Uptight, Im a nag with a gun yeah
All night, suicides last call
Ive been uptight all night
Im a son of a gun