Well I jumped right into that rumbleseat and said, Go on, take me homen'Cause I've had a bellyfull of all this shit and I'd much rather be alonenWhen I found my porch and I smoked the torch I finally felt an ease come onnAnd after a sip right passed my lips I couldn't help but cough and groannnOh, everybody's always hackin' on people they've never metnAnd everybody's always harpin' on any damned old word they getnAnd everybody's always hootin' about something they don't know about yetnAnd everybody's always hangin' on like their ass hasn't swallowed their headnnWell I love to lock my door and I turn off my porch light; it means that day is donenAnd I can go and rest my broken bones and feel another ease come onnAnd I can try to forget all these excuses I get from the whiners and carry onnAnd I can rest my head on my forgiving bed but sometimes I see nothing but rednnOh, everybody's always hackin' on people they've never metnAnd everybody's always harpin' on any damned old word they getnAnd everybody's always hootin' about something they don't know about yetnAnd everybody's always hangin' on like their ass hasn't swallowed their head