The Pour it down his throat
And drown in white lightning
My eyes start to bleedin'
Cause your shots will split your throat
And when a bus starts a -drinkin',
you know it ain't no good
Ain't gonna live for tomorrow,
you know you never should
This ghost lives in the trailer,
Five miles and an inhaler
This girl's nagging on the phone
And the pain is by the feeling
Will leave you accident prone
Cause the car he was stealing
You know it ain't no good,
ain't gonna live for tomorrow,
you know you never should.
Them boys are wild, back in the woods.
We're the boys on the train again
You know it ain't no good
Ain't gonna live for tomorrow
You know you never should