All I ever said was like Fishing in my head All the things I could've done In the name of fun What is this thing I could've done With a loaded gun While you were pissing On my setting sun
If my hands broken It's broken in two If my minds open It's not open to you If my heads soaking It's soaking in brew
All the things I did and said Were they really that bad? Sitting in my little home Talking to ghosts All the things I ever said Was like fishing in my head Things I wish I'd never done Was not using that gun