You used to feel like a smokernShivering in the coldnWaiting outside the barnUntil the opener's overnBut now you feel like a drinkernTwenty days off the shotsnDown at the liquor storenTrying to call your sponsornnYou used to feel like a forest fire burningnBut now you feel like a childnThrowing tantrums for your turnnnYou used to feel like a prophetnAnd everyone wanted to knownHow you could tell the truthnWithout losing that soft glownBut now you feel like a preachernEvoking the flames of HellnSome drunk fishermannChasing after the white whalennYou used to feel like the prodigal returningnBut now you hate what you've madenAnd you want to watch it burn