Letra de The living bubba

I wake up tired and I wake up pissed
wonder how I ended up like this
I wonder why things happen like they do
but I don´t wonder long cuz I got a show to do

I´m sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T.
Broke at my bank cuz that shit ain´t free
but I´m here to stay (at least another week or two)
I can´t die now cuz I got another show to do

Don´t give me no pity don´t give me no grief
Wit till I die for sympathy
Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two
I can´t die now cuz I got another show to do

Don´t give me no preachin´ no self servin´
I ain´t no angel but nobody´s deserving
I can dance on my own grave, Thank You!
but I can´t die now cuz I got another show...

Some people keep saying I can´t last long
but I got my bands I got my songs,
liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along
and I´m drunk and stubborn as they come
chain smoking, guitar picking, til I´m gone

I ain´t got no political agenda
Ain´t got no message for the youth of America
´cept "Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw"
and come see me next Friday cuz I got another show...

Some people stop living long before they die
Work a dead end job just to scrape on by
but I keep living just to bend that note in two
and I can´t die now cuz I got another show...