Sorry to be the bearer of bad news You carry the burden as an excuse To keep the pressure on, so you don't fall off Seem to love the usual vices, gonna
you want to hear Until you fall in love then he disappears My faith couldn't take the Weight When the weight of the world Falls square on your
never conform I'll be bustin' out rhymes in a triplet from Dead leaves on the trees in spring can't hear the birds sing a light powdered snow on the
yea He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine Hell yea He drank whiskey, Pancho drank the wine Hell yea (Cypress Hill) Yea, send all, and fall back And
back whiskey heads feeling mellow Few more hours 'til we storm the next county Bar tender said that on my head there is a bounty Another night another sticky situation I travel light
wasted days of whiskey and as the world turns Train driver, hit the gas, shovel coal, move your ass we've got a schedule to keep drunk on the train
'll cry in my bed, thinking about all the shit that made me wrong in my head. I keep trying to climb but it seems so steep, pour myself a fuckin whiskey
: Sorry to be the bearer of bad news You carry the burden as an excuse To keep the pressure on, so you don't fall off Seem to love the usual vices, gonna