Menthols and Adderall
I've been waiting on Wolves banging Wichita Falls
And I just don't want to sleep alone again
Cuddle up the first woman that will take me in
It's gotten real, real, nasty boys
I been running around my town just like an animal
It's gotten real, real, real, real fucking gross
I'm pretty sure my veins are pumping mold
I got knot twisted guts
Just a cramping up my insides
So many triggers to these demons of mine
Good Lord, it seems like every night
I'm like a moth (like a moth)
To the flames (to the flames)
Of those flickering old bar lights
I'm just trying to drink away all the hurt and pain
From all them long, hot, lonesome summer nights
A sketchy vagrant told me that the end was near
A SpiritWorld prophet sparing change for beer
And I don't know, shit, maybe he's right
With the way things been going in my life
Because I've stumbled down the same boulevards
That most of my friends have stumbled down before
I've been looking for something that I just can't find
I'm pretty sure I'm wasting my goddamned time
I got knot twisted guts
Just a cramping up my insides
So many triggers to these demons of mine
Good Lord, it seems like every night
I'm like a moth (like a moth)
To the flames (to the flames)
Of those flickering old bar lights
I'm just trying to drink away all the hurt and pain
From all them long, hot, lonesome summer nights
(I don't know)
I don't know (I don't know)
I don't know (I don't know)
If me and the boys
Will ever get back in that van again
(I don't know)
I don't know (I don't know)
I don't know (I don't know)
If me and the boys
Will ever get back in that van again
My brothers got themselves some real good jobs
And made shit loads of children
They both told me, "Stu"
"You're crazy if you think we're ever getting in your van again"
I got knot twisted guts
Just a cramping up my insides
So many triggers to these demons of mine
Good Lord, it seems like every night
I'm like a moth (like a moth)
To the flames (to the flames)
Of those flickering old bar lights
I'm just trying to drink away all the hurt and pain
From all them long, hot, lonesome summer nights