
Gettin’ High and Hittin’ New Lows Hellbound Glory
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[Chorus]
Been gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
If I'm gonna sink down, don't you know I'm gonna do it up right?
Well, I'm headed for the bottom, Lord there ain't no end in sight
Just gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
[Verse 1]
Well I woke up facedown in a parkin' lot (yes I did)
I was plastered in my puke and gettin' kicked around by a cop
He said "Son, this ain't no campground," then he read me rights
Then he hauled me to the jailhouse for the night
[Chorus]
For gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
If I'm gonna sink down, don't you know I'm gonna do it up right?
Yeah, I'm headed for the bottom, Lord there ain't no end in sight
Just gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
If I keep headin' for the bottom, I'm bound for a coffin I swear
Between the paradox of [?] and hell, I might already be there
So I'll sip two pills and whiskey, 'cause that's my favorite form of suicide
And I'll be hittin' new lows until I die
Been gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
If I'm gonna sink down, don't you know I'm gonna do it up right?
Well, I'm headed for the bottom, Lord there ain't no end in sight
Just gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
[Verse 1]
Well I woke up facedown in a parkin' lot (yes I did)
I was plastered in my puke and gettin' kicked around by a cop
He said "Son, this ain't no campground," then he read me rights
Then he hauled me to the jailhouse for the night
[Chorus]
For gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
If I'm gonna sink down, don't you know I'm gonna do it up right?
Yeah, I'm headed for the bottom, Lord there ain't no end in sight
Just gettin' high and hittin' new lows left and right
[Instrumental]
[Verse 2]
If I keep headin' for the bottom, I'm bound for a coffin I swear
Between the paradox of [?] and hell, I might already be there
So I'll sip two pills and whiskey, 'cause that's my favorite form of suicide
And I'll be hittin' new lows until I die
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