Maybe we should start at the beginning?
Like how you ended up in hell in the first place
(You really wanna know?) Of course!
That way, we can work out the best treatment plan for your specific situation
Situation, huh?
Okay, better you hear this from me than someone like Al
Huh?
I was once a wanderin' man 'cause I never felt at home
Now I'm just a gamblin' man, risking everything I own
The only spirit left in me's from a bottle off the shelf
And all it means is that I can't see a goddamn way to save my soul or self
There's a hole in me
And it's exposed for the world to see
It's what he knows, so I did what he pleased
But I can't be fucked to lose my patience
So I just stay drunk and complacent
I'm a wicked old soul, nowhere left to go
At the beck and call of the man on the radio
Raise a glass for the empty-hearted, too far gone to know when it started
A shark of the cards never shows his hand
And the same's still true when you have these claws and fangs
So don't think you can bring my walls down
I drank my fill and in that I'm sure to drown
You may well reap what you sow
But that isn't how this program goes
'Cause in the end all that we want is your soul saved (good luck with that)
I've watched the fall of many people
Both the good and the down-right evil
But if you think I'm giving up on you
Big mistake
I guess your old man got his dues when all was said and done
So they say, but there's none you have to give
Seein' all the chumps down here, I know I'm not the only one
Making mistakes, it's a part of how we live
So you've got a plan? Spit it out, go and try to get me clean!
Give me the chance to prove what I could do! (But the rot runs deep inside this shell of mine)
'Til there ain't nothing to redeem
But-
There's a hole in me
And it's exposed for the world to see
And you know that I'm a wrench in your machine
Though you try, I'll have to show some patience
To tell ya, so I'll be complacent
I'm a wicked old soul, nowhere left to go
At the beck and call of the man on the radio
Raise a glass for the empty-hearted, too far gone to know when it started
A shark of the cards never shows his hand
And the same's still true when you have these claws and fangs
So don't think you can bring my walls down
I drank my fill and in that I'm sure to drown
Give us a chance to set you free
If you just, put your faith in me
You could grow, and heal, and change
You don't need to suffer all this pain
Is it really that hard to see?
There's nothing left inside of me
I can't love, or cry, or hate
So who the fuck cares about my fate?
But- (no!)
Wicked old souls, nowhere left to go
At the beck and call of the ones who are in control
So raise a glass for the empty-hearted
We're too far gone to know when it started
A shark of the cards never shows their hand
And the same's still true whether you've got claws or fangs
So don't think you can bring our walls down
We drank our fill and in that we're sure to drown
Down the beneath the ground (we're sure to drown)
In our burial mounds (we're sure to drown)
Taste the blood in our mouths (we're sure to drown)
And now there's no way out (we're sure to drown)
Just lay my head down (we're sure to drown)
Too lost to be found (we're sure to drown)
With my hands still bound (we're sure to drown)
I've already drowned