Don't want to fight this war
I'm feeling inside
Every day and every night
I've seen the days go by
Listened to words turned into lies
If I had a bullet for one
I'd take myself out
Cause I'm sick of
Running in circles with
No way out
My soul is broken
And the Devil wants it
For it's own use
A precious heart
Filled with so much abuse
F*ck that shit it wants from me
I won't give that up for free
I'll drink down this bourbon whiskey
And smoke me
Up a tree tonight
To drown out
The pain and misery
Don't want to fight this war
I'm feeling inside
Every day and every night
When things look bad and
It looks like you're not gonna make it
Then you gotta get mean
I mean plumb, mad-dog mean
Cause if you lose your head
And you give up
Then you neither live, nor win
That's just the way it is