Letras
Where did the good ones go?
They don't make it out alright
I don't know
We will follow you there
We will wait in all the lines
And we'll waste all of the time we got to waste
Pulling ties around our necks
Slicking back my hair
Wrapping smiles around our faces
Well, I will smile for you, friend
I'm gonna smile
Fortune teller says you're gonna bite the dust today
The weather men and weather women say, "Ah, just forget about it."
It's always shining on Kentucky when you're sad
But I ain't mad about the weather
I just ain't trying to feel much better about my past
I was born too old to try
And I'm gonna die, yes ma'am, I will die too young to die
Mama, she'll puke
Aw, Pappy will cry
The preacher man'll break his neck asking those holy jet planes why
And all my friends, all of my friends who are around
They drive their mopeds and their vans on
Out to the prettiest part of this town
Cross their legs
At the river bend
Sweet from the green
Shake their heads
Saying cuss words at the ground
All sorts of things like, "Ah shit, goddamn"
There goes another one, well, I got so much to do
She shoots her trash into a tire in ten bit blue
Trippy boys, there goes another one
Well, I got so much to do before I die