Naming My Bullets

You got some problems
There ain't no way to solve'em
Well, same here my friend
You're hitting brick walls
You take two steps and then fall
Over and over again

Man, fuck the world tonight
I got a six and twenty and head full a'shite
And a sneaky feeling that it's screwed on way too tight
This dead end town ain't worth a pound of shit
So let's show these folks what they're dealing with
I got a box of shotgun shells
Each one of'em has got a name on it

Ah, what the hell, a beer sounds good to me
I might as well drink a toast to my misery
And there ain't no gods, so save your breath for cigarettes
And no happiness, if there is I just ain't found it yet

And I'm a wreck without my friends
I wish that you could stick around, but our time is up
And you'll be leaving town again