Sugar, Prozac & Beer

I am really not myself

All your preaching doesn't help

I been counting down the days 'til I make it out of hell

Drove up to the border line

Just to see if I could find

That little piece of heaven I saw posted on a sign

But I didn't have the stones to leave the parking zone

So guess I'll have to turn around and face this shit alone

Always so tired of the way

Everything is a debate

And anyone who doesn't change is just a burden

How did we all get here?

Hate's a meaner word for fear

Fueled by sugar, Prozac and beer

Competing others on religion

Suckling on false traditions

Pretending we will all be forgiven

There's a war a coming

The drummer boy's drumming

God keeps quiet while the devil keeps humming

And keeping time to his favorite tune

The saints, the sinners, both full of spite

Would you eat the apple? Did you get it right?

I guess we'll all find out one day soon

I am only myself on the weekend

Everything else is all pretend

Cut it off before it seeps in

Or this may be the end

Slowly dying

From all the prying

Hell, I can't win

How did we all get here?

Hate's a meaner word for fear

Fueled by sugar, Prozac and beer

Competing others on religion

Suckling on false traditions

Pretending we will all be forgiven

There's a war a coming

The drummer boy's drumming

God keeps quiet while the devil keeps humming

And keeping time to his favorite tune

The saints, the sinners, both full of spite

Would you eat the apple? Did you get it right?

I guess we'll all find out one day soon

One day soon

(One day soon)

I am really not myself

All your preaching doesn't help

I been counting down the days 'til I make it out of hell