Life on the Skids
... took a lazy turn
through the badlands of my mind
Got shot down, got turned around,
there was nothing I could find
So I made my way back home again
Using the ditches 'side the road,
Covered in mud, covered in blood
from those I'd never knowed.
All the cooks cleaning up the kitchen
and I'm staggering through the fields with the janitors' kids
someone says they wished I'd quite my bitchin'
But they ain't never lived a life on the skids