Lived to Tell the Story

I spent the time and did the things I had to do to get up off the floor

And I kept my concentration on the feeling of my walking out the door

And I played the broken record of a hypochondriac

And I won the war that started with a cheap shot sneak attack

And I lived to tell the story Jack

Now I'm leaving and I'm never coming back

Well I itched and scratched and bitched and moaned and punched a nice sized hole into a wall

And I held my shit together with the help of heavy pharmaceuticals

And I learned to say go fuck yourself a thousand different ways

To a thousand different people on a thousand different days

And I lived to tell the story Jack

And I'm leaving and I'm never going back  

And now I am the owner of the story that nobody wants to hear

Yeah but now that I can do it let me take the time to set the record clear

Don't you come and ask me unless you want an answer back

And if you're wearing armor then I'm looking for the crack

Cuz I lived to tell the story Jack

And I'm leaving Lord and never going back