Been down in the dirt
I've lived with the hurt
For so long now
Sick and tired of being sick
I don't want to be

Scared of myself
The way I feel
I don't want to see
That the reason to my state
Is build in me

Dark from my soul
Numb to my bones
No one else but me
Pour in bottle after bottle
More gasoline

Nothing left to burn
Nothing left to lose
Just a memory
Of man too proud
Too proud to kneel

"Oh Lord where are you now?
Believed you on the way up
Now I'm going down
Wasted my days on a chase of fools gold
Now all I got Lord, all I know is
Alabama Chrome"

Drink after drink
Beer after beer
Futher from myself
Getting closer to the grave
And the final bell

Wanting more a
and getting less
Just one more high
The truth you are telling yourself
Is just a lie

"Oh Lord..."