I wake up tired and I wake up pissed Wonder how I ended up like this I wonder why things happen like they do But I don't wonder long 'cause I got a show to do I'm sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T Broke at my bank 'cause that shit ain't free But I'm here to stay, at least another week or two And I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do Don't give me no pity, don't give me no grief Wait' 'til I die for sympathy Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do Don't give me no preachin' no self servin' I ain't no angel but nobody's deserving I can dance on my own grave, thank you! But I can't die now 'cause I got another show Some people keep saying I can't last long But I got my bands I got my songs Liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along And I'm drunk and stubborn as they come Chain smoking, guitar picking, 'til I'm gone, gone, gone, gone I ain't got no political agenda Ain't got no message for the youth of America 'Cept "Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw" And come see me next Friday 'cause I got another show Some people stop living long before they die Work a dead end job just to scrape on by But I keep living just to bend that note in two And I can't die now 'cause I got another show