Texty:
Good Matthew Band

bad Lifes for the livin So check me tommorrow We'll see if I'm kiddin Pushin pushin push till it hurts Did it on riddelin I got me some good grades

they've got drive through And a video store where there used to be real live actors Used to ride around here up on my high horse With all the other good

Miss my head, miss my heart, miss my lungs Be what you want to be Watch what you want to see Killed for fun Down a hole, up a rope Down some pills, up

Here by my side, an angel Here by my side, the devil Never turn your back on me Never turn your back on me, again Here by my side, it's heaven Here by

Today I'm leaving This bullshit one horse town Full of cowboys and indians Who only have balls when there's a camera around Where the girls they move

There's the house, there's the doorway, been locked out The lights are out anyway and loosely reconditioned To be just so refined, a last grasp at the

I'm tired of blood and over priced bubble gum, mom Nobody wake up, there's nothing you could have done wrong I'm wearing the same grin, I take it all

One foot in front of the other One foot back to counter it Days like these you've got to find it in some other way It's all or nothing baby Avalanche

I know that it's bad That it's the kind that they can't operate on And I know it's real slow, honey Painful and real slow Styrofoam coffee cups And bagged