College degree, it don't mean a thing Wanna make a record, got to learn how to sing Everybody's making 'em now No bigger deals, so anyhow Got lost on the road No records got sold Number zero with a bullet Think you already know it ♪ Sure, hope I don't blow it ♪ Manager, he said it's all my fault Point the finger at yourself and then you'd figure it out Manage me into poverty Sitting in his office looking down on me Got lost on the road Got a couple records sold Number billion with a bullet Think y'all already know it I've been known to blow it ♪ I got too far out past jaded I got under and overrated Living on the lamb gone, living on the limb Kicking at the can, now I'm cashing it in Tried a trucker's life Drove into twilight Got 11 hours in Sleepin' eight, start again ♪ Stabbing oblivion ♪ Fakes and cheats and hypocrites So-called friends so full of shit Tell me how you love me now It's no bigger deal, so anyhow Got lost on the road Got a billion records sold Number one with a bullet Here's a finger, you could pull it ♪ Sure, hope I don't blow it