Slow Suicide

Walkin' down Fourth Street on a cold Sunday
I outta be in church, but I’ve forgotten how to pray
The church folks that walk by me all have pity in their eyes
'Cause they can see with a drunk like me, it’s just slow suicide
But lately I do more dyin' than livin'
Day-by-day as time falls by
I’m livin' on wasted time and livin' a wasted life
I’m dyin' a slow suicide
Momma and Papa told me I outta come home to the farm
Quit livin' with that she-devil and puttin' poison in my arms
But Broken Bow, Nebraska ain’t got no neon signs
And I need some speed and some Jim Beam, there ain’t a honkytonk in sight
And lately I do more dyin' than livin'
Day-by-day as time falls by
I’m livin' on wasted time and livin' a wasted life
I’m dyin' a slow suicide
I’m livin' on wasted time and livin' a wasted life
I’m dyin' a slow suicide