Late night creepin's got me tangled up in secrets I don't like
I'm not the type for the white belt red tie life
It's something that I never tried No notes in my book,
'Cause it's all a memory
My socks don't match and that don't mean a thing to me
I'm sinking on a soul I couldn't sell to Satan
I'm comfortable in flames Don't care if he'll be waiting
I'm sailing down to hell
I've missed a lot in a shell-shocked shelled kind of life
Thanks to modern medicine, now I'm doing alright
I've got this guitar and a pocket full of friends
It's worth more than I can ever, ever spend