Butch Walker

Born from hippies back in '69
I was bored by 1992
I walked into a recruitment office a year before that
Said 'son we've been waiting for you'
Discharged from a Gulf War the very same year
I came home with a car and a tomb
Of cigarettes and mixtapes and bullets from a gun
That my dead best friend never could use
Oh Atlanta, please need me like I needed you
Let your sweaty embrace open wide
'Cause Atlanta, I'm falling like most people do
And I need all your ground to survive
Wasted and down trodden along the hidden vein
I cried myself blind at the sight
Of the old shopping center where we used to ride
Now condos as sterile as I
So I bought me an old Airstream for 3,000 bucks
From a drug dealer I used to owe
And I thought to myself as I slept off a high
The irony is starting to show