Flashing lights outside your window
You can't see them from the hall
Slip back into your dark bedroom
Grab your old revolver and 40 rounds of ball
She says babe what are you doing
As I peak out through the blinds
She says he ain't slept in 3 day and long 4 nights
And I think that you might have finally went
And lost your ever loving mind
But you've got to get clean
Lord you've got to get clean
And you've got to get clean
You've got to get clean
Shaky hands and empty bottles
I can't focus on a thing
Having nightmares in the daytime
Till I hear my telephone ring
On the other ends my momma
And I can hear the words she said
She said son "you better put down that bottle
Lord, or ten years down the road
You're either gonna be miserable or dead"
You can't see them from the hall
Slip back into your dark bedroom
Grab your old revolver and 40 rounds of ball
She says babe what are you doing
As I peak out through the blinds
She says he ain't slept in 3 day and long 4 nights
And I think that you might have finally went
And lost your ever loving mind
But you've got to get clean
Lord you've got to get clean
And you've got to get clean
You've got to get clean
Shaky hands and empty bottles
I can't focus on a thing
Having nightmares in the daytime
Till I hear my telephone ring
On the other ends my momma
And I can hear the words she said
She said son "you better put down that bottle
Lord, or ten years down the road
You're either gonna be miserable or dead"
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