I got dime bags stacked up like trophy wives nI'm a punctuated pulse bereft of smilenI'm spruced up like a cheesecake before the knife nnThank God I've hit the bottom nThank God I've hit the bottom nnI've been pickin' fights with graffiti artists, hey nNow you know the dead are filled with brains nChips on my shoulder, I got lungs on my sleeve nOnly You Am I know why I'm down here I guess nnThank God I've hit the bottom nThank God I've hit the bottom n n'Cos hell knows if I would have seen you from up there nnIt was the best of times, it was the worst of times nI can see clearly now some pain is gone nnThank God I've hit the bottom nThank God I've hit the bottom nThank God I've hit nGodn