Too late to talk about it
Too late to think
I've already done the thing
And I'm history
Hot head covered in red
Turned into a cold sweat
And I'm running harder
Than a jockeyed thoroughbred
Hands on the wheel
Just tryin to keep a grip
Thought I could keep it in line
Couldn't wrestle down the time
I guess it's better off
That old man than me instead
I've Paid up the pain with some weight in lead
Can't count the times I woke
Head hard on the floor
And a mouth full of blood
When my mother couldn't take it anymore
Funny how they'd joke at school
About a kid with two black eyes
Funny how they couldn't smile
When I made them cry
Just a kid with a fear of sleeping through the night
Had to run away from home
Paid 40 for some wheels
Scared that next bottle gone
Might just get me killed
Product of that laden moonshine whiskey still
Too late to talk about it
Too late to think
I've already done the thing
And I'm history
Better that old man instead
Better off than me
I've gone and paid up the pain with some weight in lead
Covered up and left 6 feet beneath the shed
Covered up and left 6 feet beneath the shed