That Can’t Be Right

we both got some hard knocks we might've earned some folks go to school others have to learn

that most of life is wishin trying to get back to a memory of a memory you never might've had

my hearts a locomotive runs on blackened coal cigarettes and coffee I could never roll my own

I'm borrowing matches from the padre hearing church bells toll wondering what the hell's the difference between dying and getting old

that can't be right what year is it this year tonight? if I die I'll die of fright that can't be right

that acid flashback really really cracked my ice do the right drug once you'll get to do it twice

now I'm crowing about places and things I've never been you know I'm never gonna whore it out and take that gig again

I believe the light is cracklin round the edge of anesthesia lying on a table with the whole world reaching in ya

hope to Jesus Buddha bob that they washed their hands there's no class action passage to break all my shitty bands

that can't be right what year is it this year tonight if I die I'll die of fright that can't be right

when I was younger it confused me now I think I get it my old man he don't like pictures specially if he's inn em

time is not a mirror it's some distorted view of the way you thought you was and what you thought they thought of you

and all that trash that I tossed out it weren't by no means good but jus cause someone tells ya don't really mean you should

my friends would try and cheer me up the best they knew to do there's no rescuing a diver with two cinder blocks for shoes

that can't be right what year is it this year tonight? if I die I'll die of fright that can't be right

I'm still agog with mortal dogs and skills I don't possess I'm a practitioner of practice ima givin it my best

I'm left and I'm still leaving I got several miles to go I ain't ready to do somethin till there's something I'm ready for

there's a pillar in the desert and it's all alit with flames it's been burning there for eons it's the end of all the days

we owe apologies and ass whoopins it seems to even out you can't never know you're happy if you've never lived without

and that's alright what year is it this year tonight if I die I'll die of fright that can't be right

that can't be right what year is it this year tonight 4 white horses towards the light that can't be right