Left California with my head in my hands
Just lettin' time pass along with the sands
Sometimes I can't tell if I'm still alive
I think I may have lost the drive
My own personal hell should be a 9 to 5
Trapped in a rubber room my arms are tied
You ask me if I'm fine today
Well I'm great but I could use a gun by the way
Livin' down south in the land of God
Adam's in Cali still dealin' with his problems
Leo and Irene still whistlin' a happy tune
Please forgive me if I start to brood
My black heart is my own personal hell
Phyre and Gothie try the bright side to no avail
Well I'm burnt out and all used up
You drink your happiness but I gotta dry cup woh
Could've used Gail's help 'bout a year ago
I'm growin' weary of this dusty road
How the hell did I end up here
Staring down at this tall beer
Livin' down south in the land of God
Adam's in Cali still dealin' with his problems
Leo and Irene still whistlin' a happy tune
Please forgive me if I start to brood
My black heart is my own personal hell
Phyre and Gothie try the bright side to no avail
Well I'm burnt out and all used up
You drink your happiness but I gotta dry cup woh
Lost my way a long time ago
In my chest is a six-mile hole
Angels don't sing for me anymore
Burnt 'em up in my cold war
Livin' down south in the land of God
Adam's in Cali still dealin' with his problems
Leo and Irene still whistlin' a happy tune
Please forgive me if I start to brood
My black heart is my own personal hell
Phyre and Gothie try the bright side to no avail
Well I'm burnt out and all used up
You drink your happiness but I gotta dry cup woh
These days seem longer and my soul grows colder
The tables have turned now I need a shoulder
But you won't hear the ringin' of the church bell
When I end my own personal hell
No you won't hear the ringin' of the church bell
When I end my own personal hell
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Left California with my head in my hands
Just lettin' time pass along with the sands
Sometimes I can't tell if I'm still alive
I think I may have lost the drive
My own personal hell should be a 9 to 5
Trapped in a rubber room my arms are tied
You ask me if I'm fine today
Well I'm great but I could use a gun by the way
Livin' down south in the land of God
Adam's in Cali still dealin' with his problems
Leo and Irene still whistlin' a happy tune
Please forgive me if I start to brood
My black heart is my own personal hell
Phyre and Gothie try the bright side to no avail
Well I'm burnt out and all used up
You drink your happiness but I gotta dry cup woh
Could've used Gail's help 'bout a year ago
I'm growin' weary of this dusty road
How the hell did I end up here
Staring down at this tall beer
Livin' down south in the land of God
Adam's in Cali still dealin' with his problems
Leo and Irene still whistlin' a happy tune
Please forgive me if I start to brood
My black heart is my own personal hell
Phyre and Gothie try the bright side to no avail
Well I'm burnt out and all used up
You drink your happiness but I gotta dry cup woh
Lost my way a long time ago
In my chest is a six-mile hole
Angels don't sing for me anymore
Burnt 'em up in my cold war
Livin' down south in the land of God
Adam's in Cali still dealin' with his problems
Leo and Irene still whistlin' a happy tune
Please forgive me if I start to brood
My black heart is my own personal hell
Phyre and Gothie try the bright side to no avail
Well I'm burnt out and all used up
You drink your happiness but I gotta dry cup woh
These days seem longer and my soul grows colder
The tables have turned now I need a shoulder
But you won't hear the ringin' of the church bell
When I end my own personal hell
No you won't hear the ringin' of the church bell
When I end my own personal hell
Just lettin' time pass along with the sands
Sometimes I can't tell if I'm still alive
I think I may have lost the drive
My own personal hell should be a 9 to 5
Trapped in a rubber room my arms are tied
You ask me if I'm fine today
Well I'm great but I could use a gun by the way
Livin' down south in the land of God
Adam's in Cali still dealin' with his problems
Leo and Irene still whistlin' a happy tune
Please forgive me if I start to brood
My black heart is my own personal hell
Phyre and Gothie try the bright side to no avail
Well I'm burnt out and all used up
You drink your happiness but I gotta dry cup woh
Could've used Gail's help 'bout a year ago
I'm growin' weary of this dusty road
How the hell did I end up here
Staring down at this tall beer
Livin' down south in the land of God
Adam's in Cali still dealin' with his problems
Leo and Irene still whistlin' a happy tune
Please forgive me if I start to brood
My black heart is my own personal hell
Phyre and Gothie try the bright side to no avail
Well I'm burnt out and all used up
You drink your happiness but I gotta dry cup woh
Lost my way a long time ago
In my chest is a six-mile hole
Angels don't sing for me anymore
Burnt 'em up in my cold war
Livin' down south in the land of God
Adam's in Cali still dealin' with his problems
Leo and Irene still whistlin' a happy tune
Please forgive me if I start to brood
My black heart is my own personal hell
Phyre and Gothie try the bright side to no avail
Well I'm burnt out and all used up
You drink your happiness but I gotta dry cup woh
These days seem longer and my soul grows colder
The tables have turned now I need a shoulder
But you won't hear the ringin' of the church bell
When I end my own personal hell
No you won't hear the ringin' of the church bell
When I end my own personal hell
Writer: Christopher Manzelli
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