I listen to the clock tick life awaynMy soul is numb I put my gun awaynI'm hopin' things change cause it's hard to livenOn this Earth the way it isnWhere fear is the king in the hearts of mennAnd I feel my patience wearin' thinnAin't nobody worth trustin' so it seemsnI got my dreamsnAnd they are fadin' awaynI'm bravin' the storm againnCravin' the dead man, wars and noisenInside my skullnnLock my bow and arrow innnHigh, poison arrownWith a backpack and an El DoradonHigh, poison arrownAnd you better look up 'cause you know I'm comin' downnnThe last line sucked me into the mirrornI look up at myself, how in the hell did I get here?nTwo cigarettes and half a beernAnd I think it's Mother's DaynThe guilt's crawlin' all over menAnd this song on the radio's callin' menLeave this song cause you don't belongnAnd I know I'm on my waynnYou think I wanna be domesticated?nWhat am I? a cat?nCould then maybe you could just take a couple of seconds off my backnYou beg and scream and cry nCan't you see that I'm tryin' real hard not to get highnWhat? you want me to die?nMy stinkin', thinkin', on the brink and drinkin'nYou wanna argue with menYou might as well put my mouth to the liquornYou want it, let's start itnYou want psychotic, you got itnDon't be neurotic, too hell with logicnI'll show you idioticnnHigh, poison arrownWith a backpack and an El DoradonHigh, poison arrownAnd you better look up 'cause you know I'm comin' downnnI grab the keys up off the tablenTold my girl another fablenSaid, I'll be right back, sugarnJumped in the ride and caught a dealernCause there ain't nobody realernWhen you need that sack, crackernGive me four of the good stuff to free my soulnGive me three of the bad, I put the rest in my bowlnIf I'm lyin', I'm flyin' gettin' busy livin'nNo business dyin'nA visit from Carolina to GeorgianThe sun's shinin'nnLookin' for a way to make it all okaynLord could you make it all go awaynI just don't wanna play these gamesnGive me the wings to flynLookin' for a way to make it all okaynLord could you make it all go awaynI just don't wanna play these gamesnGive me the wings to flynnMainline the sky. GonnHigh, poison arrownWith a backpack and an El DoradonHigh, poison arrow nnHigh, poison arrow nAnd you better look up 'cause you know I'm comin' down nWe outta here. Yeah baby.nKeep the house!