Story Behind the Song
Driving with one eye closed a beer in one hand and trying to put a cd in the player with the other while looking for the gig!
Lyrics
I'm all alone, I don't want to go home
It's getting late and I'm feeling stoned
Plastic jesus, on the dash board
He's pointing left, to the liquor store!
At times, I find, my mind,
Ain't what it used to be,
It's a crime, this cross,
I bear of lunacy.
I'm so worried, always in a hurry,
To collect my thoughts, watch them get buried.
I'm deranged, I get worse with age,
I get this way, when I'm out of my cage
At times, I find, my mind,
Ain't what it used to be,
It's a crime, this cross,
I bear of lunacy.
Guitar solo
At times, I find, my mind,
Ain't what it used to be,
It's a crime, this cross,
I bear of lunacy.
I find, my mind,
Ain't what it used to be,
It's a crime, this cross,
I bear of lunacy.
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