May All The Lower Realms Be Empty lyrics
by Friends In Real Life
I got my mind on the dirt and the dirt on my mind
I got the rays melting metal while I step outside
I got the house by the river, but that's run dry
It's later than I thought, had to check the time
Pour one out for the hungry ones
She was screaming in the road where the light don't come
When I showed up he took off running, but that's just luck
Here in the dark, we see clear for once
And I ain't tough
I roll the dice and hope I don't get stuck, but catch one sharp edge and don't ever get up
No time for what's fair: what's true is enough
I got the heat on my mind and my mind on the heat
I got a concrete box with a junk AC
I got the nights it don't get below triple degrees
Ice pack gripper, trying to catch some sleep
Light one up for the ones in hell
Light two for the ones who kept it to themselves
They all say they'll take the years, and they'll never tell
A lot of people learn to sing when they hit the cell
(Hey! Who’s tough?) And I ain't tough
I stopped rolling the dice, but I'm not paid up, but catch one bad case and sometimes that's enough to go down so long you don't get back up
I got my mind on the dirt, I got my mind on the dirt
I got my mind on the dirt, and I ain't tough
And the river runs dry, and I ain't tough
Pour one out for the ghosts, and I ain't tough
And she was screaming in the road, and I ain't tough
I roll the dice, and I ain't tough
I catch one sharp edge, and I ain't tough
They all say they'll take the years, and I ain't tough
But catch one bad case, and I ain't tough
And I ain't tough (Hey, get tough)
And I ain't tough
And I ain't tough (Hey! Who's tough?)
And I ain't tough
I ain't tough