I grab my axe , pull it to my chest
Stroke it soft , whisper my last request
"Hey buddy , wanna take this trip with me ? "
I pop the high E — thin as my patience
Pop the low E — hard as my damnation
Gonna braid'em into one thick rope
One last ride , one last hope
But they tangle up just like my brain
The first string snaps , smacks my eye with pain
The sixth string whips , splits my lip
CRACK — the neck breaks before I slip
F*** this ! F*** that!
Can't even die with dignity , hot damn !
I kick the guitar with all my might
"Holy shit !" — my foot's not right
Hopping in circles , screaming in spite
F*** your graceful goodbye
I ain't dying tonight!
Six strings' round my neck like rusted chains
A necklace of failure , nothing but stains
Twelve ball ends flying wild and free
Swollen left eye , can't even see
Try to choke but I only smell
Metal and rust , and my fingers bleed as well
The devil's behind me , laughing his ass off
He says , " Baby , you're so cute "
I say ," Shut up , you ******* "
Guitar on the floor , strings scattered wide
I lie beside it , my neck stinging red
But neither of us is f**king dead
Not me , not her , not my pride
I look at my axe , " Well , all strings are off
Might as well give her a proper setup "
Tomorrow I'll tune up , play another ride
Tomorrow I'll write another song
F*** it all , I'm still here , where I belong