Everlast

They say everything's fine now with red lights shine
Once the junkies have all gone to bed.
And once the sun arises you run out of surprises
And the drugs they start to clear from your head.
It’s hard as loving, push come to shoving.
Throw some money on the table, cover last night’s starving.
Got a soul of a whore, got a heart of a lonely man.
If I ain’t fucking things up I do the very best that I can.
Just like a lamb to the slaughter, a horse to the water,
I only wanna drink it if I know I shouldn’t oughtta.
I’m a scared little boy, I'm really one hell of a man.
And I’m a junkie for her love and touch of a stranger’s hand.
They say everything’s love up in the heavens above
But here on earth you must have tone for your sins.
Ain’t no room for budging once the Lord stops judging,
He’s just counting the losses and wins.
It’s how you play the game, still oughtta say: