Lyrics
Now I don’t taste wine I can’t afford
I don’t listen to no one gettin’ paid
I don’t look up to bullies
I don’t play no games with spades
It’s a gamble enough
Just wakin’ up
For me
I dreamt we toured Argentina
Like some level on N64
I just kept messin’ up
Havin’ to start over
The devil was the TM
He had horns that pointed down
I stole my buddy, Ted’s, Ford Bronco
And wrecked it in the South
Now he’s suing me for damages
Others tried to talk ’em down
I can’t defend myself
I was high and leavin’ town
And now I don’t taste wine I can’t afford
I don’t listen to no one gettin’ paid
I don’t look up to bullies
I don’t play no games with spades
It’s a gamble enough
Just wakin’ up
For me
There’s a message in the Sanskrit
Relayed to me in Greek
I’ll give you the translation:
“The future’s lookin’ bleak”
And if that’s the way that it is
Then yes, I am complainin’
Just don’t piss down my back
And tell me that it’s rainin’
Don’t let ’em go and tell you off
Make you feel like a failure
There ain’t a damn thing wrong
With livin’ in a trailer
And now I don’t taste wine I can’t afford
I don’t listen to no one gettin’ paid
I don’t look up to bullies
I don’t play no games with spades
It’s a gamble enough
Just wakin’ up
For me
Now what’s the point in a-winnin’
When you had to pay to play?
Hell, even I can get into baseball
When there’s money on the way
And I don’t like law enforcement
I knew some of ’em
In school
Picked on and picked off and slow to grow
Now they’re pointin’ the gun at you
And now I don’t taste wine I can’t afford
I don’t listen to no one gettin’ paid
I don’t look up to bullies
I don’t play no games with spades
It’s a gamble enough
Just wakin’ up
It’s a gamble enough
Just wakin’ up
It’s a gamble enough
Just wakin’ up
For me
I don’t listen to no one gettin’ paid
I don’t look up to bullies
I don’t play no games with spades
It’s a gamble enough
Just wakin’ up
For me
I dreamt we toured Argentina
Like some level on N64
I just kept messin’ up
Havin’ to start over
The devil was the TM
He had horns that pointed down
I stole my buddy, Ted’s, Ford Bronco
And wrecked it in the South
Now he’s suing me for damages
Others tried to talk ’em down
I can’t defend myself
I was high and leavin’ town
And now I don’t taste wine I can’t afford
I don’t listen to no one gettin’ paid
I don’t look up to bullies
I don’t play no games with spades
It’s a gamble enough
Just wakin’ up
For me
There’s a message in the Sanskrit
Relayed to me in Greek
I’ll give you the translation:
“The future’s lookin’ bleak”
And if that’s the way that it is
Then yes, I am complainin’
Just don’t piss down my back
And tell me that it’s rainin’
Don’t let ’em go and tell you off
Make you feel like a failure
There ain’t a damn thing wrong
With livin’ in a trailer
And now I don’t taste wine I can’t afford
I don’t listen to no one gettin’ paid
I don’t look up to bullies
I don’t play no games with spades
It’s a gamble enough
Just wakin’ up
For me
Now what’s the point in a-winnin’
When you had to pay to play?
Hell, even I can get into baseball
When there’s money on the way
And I don’t like law enforcement
I knew some of ’em
In school
Picked on and picked off and slow to grow
Now they’re pointin’ the gun at you
And now I don’t taste wine I can’t afford
I don’t listen to no one gettin’ paid
I don’t look up to bullies
I don’t play no games with spades
It’s a gamble enough
Just wakin’ up
It’s a gamble enough
Just wakin’ up
It’s a gamble enough
Just wakin’ up
For me
Annotations and Notes on Lyrics
None entered yet.
Leave a Reply