I Am Providence
Hose me down and pick me up
Wring me out then fill my cup
Show me how to be like you
Cause in the end it's not enough
I fled the scene, now lock me up
So that I can sing the blues
One foot in the door
One's stuck in the grave
Once I get the taste for blood
I can't behave
I made my bed with no remorse
Cause liquid courage ran its course
The good time's gone, I screamed it hoarse
Another shot will set me right
Self destruction chased with spite
Cause in the end it's not enough
To be a diamond in the rough
And when I stumble home at night
(Can't shake the feeling that it's just begun)
It's not the sun that's burning bright
(I'm headed straight to hell)
The sirens call to the depths of the bottle
(It's cold as ice, I'm on the rocks)
But I wanna be unwell
It's me and the boys at rock bottom
And now the nausea still won't pass
I wrote a check that I can't cash
Disappear into the night
I don't ever wanna be right
You line 'em up
We'll burn it down
I'll tell you once
We own this town
And when I stumble home at night
(Can't shake the feeling that it's just begun)
It's not the sun that's burning bright
(I'm headed straight to hell)
The sirens call to the depths of the bottle
(It's cold as ice, I'm on the rocks)
But I wanna be unwell
It's me and the boys at rock bottom
The only easy way is down
But we ain't here to fuck around
You get me?
You know we can't be stopped
To compete is a kiss of death
So pucker up and stop your heart
We're here to stop your heart
Wring me out then fill my cup
Show me how to be like you
Cause in the end it's not enough
I fled the scene, now lock me up
So that I can sing the blues
One foot in the door
One's stuck in the grave
Once I get the taste for blood
I can't behave
I made my bed with no remorse
Cause liquid courage ran its course
The good time's gone, I screamed it hoarse
Another shot will set me right
Self destruction chased with spite
Cause in the end it's not enough
To be a diamond in the rough
And when I stumble home at night
(Can't shake the feeling that it's just begun)
It's not the sun that's burning bright
(I'm headed straight to hell)
The sirens call to the depths of the bottle
(It's cold as ice, I'm on the rocks)
But I wanna be unwell
It's me and the boys at rock bottom
And now the nausea still won't pass
I wrote a check that I can't cash
Disappear into the night
I don't ever wanna be right
You line 'em up
We'll burn it down
I'll tell you once
We own this town
And when I stumble home at night
(Can't shake the feeling that it's just begun)
It's not the sun that's burning bright
(I'm headed straight to hell)
The sirens call to the depths of the bottle
(It's cold as ice, I'm on the rocks)
But I wanna be unwell
It's me and the boys at rock bottom
The only easy way is down
But we ain't here to fuck around
You get me?
You know we can't be stopped
To compete is a kiss of death
So pucker up and stop your heart
We're here to stop your heart
Credits
Writer(s): Antonucci, Carp, Caruso, Desimone, Ruggiero
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