Mystery Meats

I know that it's starting to bring you down and it's already gotten me
We only smile when the kids come around
And it's been months and we lost count at weeks
Now half the battle's trying to pay the rent living off mystery meats
So let it run until the gas is gone or until we finally feel some heat

Woah, take it easy on me
Woah, I'm on a miserable streak
But I washed both hands and I've been keeping them clean
So I've got no choice but to jump in with both feet

Stuff what fits into a beat up car that I paid way too much to fix
I was thinking at the time that I'd be dead or rich by twenty-six
Now I've prayed to everybody's god hoping one of them will stick
Another year of getting kicked around you'll be as cynical as this

Woah, take it easy on me
Woah, I'm on a miserable streak
But I washed both hands and I've been keeping them clean
So I've got no choice but to jump in with both feet

Back against the wall
Hoping there's still hope involved
Have I just gotten old?
Waiting to fold

I know some days I tend to bring us down but I'm just trying to take the reigns
Because I've gone deeper than I want to go and I have sworn I won't go back again
I'm just trying to use the God damn time because for so long I have complained
If I don't make it out in better shape then I must not be worth my name

Woah, take it easy on me
Woah, I'm on a miserable streak
But I washed both hands and I've been keeping them clean
So I've got no choice but to jump in with both feet