So many ways saw your shoes And time like a hound So far from top what choose Get up or lay down?
So, Butch, what you gonna do? Just lookin’ around So, Butch, what you gonna do? Just lookin’ around
You look like shit and you’re sick’n’tired You kill yourself with many different ways You’re naked, sweat and scared in the night You still await for other lucky day
No friends, no love and there’s no salvation Your wickness is your prison, man You go nowhere with your sick temptation To take a gun and then just bang-bang
So, Butch, what you gonna do? Just lookin’ around So, Butch, what you gonna do? Just lookin’ around