I was just a normal guy, life was just a nine to five With bills and pressure piled up to the sky She never asked, she knew I'd be hanging with my wilder friends Looking for some other way to fly And three days straight was no big feat To get by on no food or sleep and crazy was becoming my new norm I'd pass out on the bedroom floor And sleep right through the calm before the storm My life was just an old routine Every day the same damn thing I couldn't even tell I was alive I tell you the high cost of livin' Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high That Southern Baptist parking lot is where I'd go to smoke my pot Sit there in my pickup truck and pray And staring at that giant cross just reminded me that I was lost And it just never seemed to point the way As soon as Jesus turned his back I'd find my way across the track Lookin' just to score another deal With my back against that damn eight ball I didn't have to think or talk or feel My life was just an old routine Every day the same damn thing I couldn't even tell I was alive I tell you the high cost of livin' Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high My whole life went through my head Layin' in that motel bed watchin' as the cops kicked in the door I had a job and a piece of land, my sweet wife was my best friend But I traded that for cocaine and a whore With my new found sobriety I've got the time to sit and think Of all the things I had and threw away This prison is much colder than That one that I was locked up in just yesterday My life is just an old routine Every day the same damn thing Hell, I can't even tell if I'm alive I tell you the high cost of livin' Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high I tell you the high cost of livin' Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high Just leave that stuff alone © EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com