Hand Me The Downs

to much pressure gonna self exlode the baggage keeps on pilen up my future dangles from the end of a rope no coat tails to sew on my coat this is just a fame its just a game good god above take me out now now somebody help me now now now lift me up to hand me the downs the night life here’s the worst its ever been where’s my jar of glue to put away my brains this old bodys been through the mill my first memory was hate so take the blame