I fell off the train with a hole in my head
A dead folk musician and a dry bottle of red
There's a drunk on the street
Singing nursery rhymes
He got the missiles, but the man can hardly stand
But he gonna let 'em fly tonight
Now a cocktail of blood and wine pours down my cheeks
My life is like an empty parking lot
Its made to be fulfilled
But you just can't find your spot
Much like a country counter shop
You take what you can get
But it's never what you want
A country singer shouts to those who only like the disco
While the bartenders in the bathroom sniffing on snow white
The dogs they keep on barking at the nightclub door
They're howling for forgiveness
They only want forgiveness
I hate the way these places never let you leave
I wind up every night beside a guy who looks like Jesus Christ
My life is like an empty parking lot
Its made to be fulfilled
But you just can't find your spot
Much like a country counter shop
You take what you can get
But it's never what you want
No one gave you all you ever wanted
Your siblings always got their way, didn't they?
No one gave a damn about your prestige college
While you were hoping that they would one day
My life is like an empty parking lot
Its made to be fulfilled
But you just can't find your spot
Much like a country counter shop
You take what you can get
But it's never what you want
My life is like an empty parking lot
Its made to be fulfilled
But you just can't find your spot
Much like a country counter shop
You take what you can get
But it's never what you want