Hanging On Drive-By Truckers

Your mama can't stand the way
You lay around all day
And lean on her to help you on your way
You use her credit cards
Complain 'cause it's so hard
To live with all the whiteness you've obtained

So you pack up all your things
And cut those apron strings
And set out for a drastic change of scene
You hump it town to town
And never let them down
Or take the time to ponder what it means

You climb up to the roof to smoke a few
To calm down from your day and soak the view
And you wonder what the hell you're gonna do
To hang on

It isn't any wonder
When the darkness pulls you under
From the weight of all your wonderment
And the price you have to pay
Leaves you feeling kinda sickly
And it all comes due so quickly
It's hard to get out
From under it