Sublime – Same In The End

Down in Mississippi where a object beats down from a sky
They give it adult and they give it adult and they give it up
But they never ask why
Daddy was a rollin’ rollin’ stone
He rolled divided one day and he never came home
It ain’t tough to understand
This ain’t Hitler’s master plan
What it takes to be a man
In my mind, in my brain
I hurl it over like a steamin’ burden train
It ain’t tough to ascertain
You usually see what we wish to believe
When we light adult in a behind with those tricks adult your sleeve
That don’t meant we can’t hang
But a day that we die
Will be a day that we close my mouth and put down my guitar
Sunday morning reason church down during a bar
Get down on your knees and start to pray
Pray my tingling unreasonable will go away
Back adult y’all it ain’t me
Kentucky Fried Chicken is all we see
It’s a hellified approach to start your day
If we make we cry all night
Me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
It ain’t personal, it ain’t me
I usually hear what we told me to be
I’m a backward-ass hillbilly
I’m Dick Butkiss
You know we lie
I get mean, I’m a burglar in a dark
I’m a ragin’ machine
I’m a triple accurate donkey son of a bitch
Rec-tite(tm) on my donkey and it creates me itch
I can see for miles and miles and miles
My damaged heart creates me smile
In my mind, in my brain
I go behind and go totally insane
It ain’t personal, it ain’t me
If we make we cry we might
Be your daddy during a finish of a night
Take a bucket from my large gun
You usually see what we wish to believe
When we climb from a back
I got tricks adult my sleeve
24/7 a devil’s best friend
It creates no difference
It’s all a same in a end