In The Seventies I Was So Scared

I Listen To Some Of The Lyrics I Used To Write And I Say, "where Was My Head At When I Wrote That?"

My Son Jack Just Got Out Of Rehab, He's 17 Years Old And He Got Hooked On Oxycontin And I'm Just A Little Pissed Off That He Never Gave Me A Few.

The Bike Went Up In The Air And Landed On My Back. It Broke My Neck, Smashed My Collarbone And Splinters Of Bone Severed My Main Artery. My Lung filled Up With Blood. I Severed My Nerves And To This Day I Have No Feeling There.

You Gotta Be Really Careful What You Bite Off. Don't Bite Off More Than You Can Chew. It's A Dangerous World.

Suicide Is The Only Way Out.