Rehab - No Time To Grieve Lyrics
I lost it all, my brain, life, my balls for y'allno more phone callsI walk alone, along 'cross the long haulsthe alcohol stars the showthe strip-malls, the hos, the strippers and spit ballsand pit falls I done fell throughI went to hell for youprobably end up in Bellevue or jail for youthat'll be two for two, headed for I.C.U.Blah!No time to grieve it all changes so fastand after all were all gonna fallno time to grieve, cant make the moment lastthe dirt on the plains wont turn to grass and I aint got no time to grieveLive's are often mental and a lot of ways cyn' a littlecomplement the instrumental, detrimentaland gobblin' pistols for supperupper rechelant & silly, pretty silicon tittiesbitty's wantin' a wad and fifty'snot a hallmark and we ain't madwhat can I say? and so, I'm shitty, shiney, shottyin my lap and makin' naughtytappin' tha crap and mail and hiccupand snappin' fell in da crap and only see laughin'what's happened to my sanity?what happened?No time to grieve it all changes so fastand after all were all gonna fallno time to grieve, cant make the moment lastthe dirt on the plains wont turn to grass and I aint got no time to grieveGot a chip on my shoulder the size of Boulder, Colorado, colderlook in the mirror I'm gettin' older El Dorado soldieroff the off ramp off the wagon and on to braggin'you got a mokey on your back? I got a dragon!I'm in mourning every morninghanging out with my dumbass should have a Surgeon General Warningashes to ashes, dust to dustborn too be wild and born too rustI hear a roar in me, I'm in the war for peacethe tears pour from these eyesthe core in me tries to store the heat rising inside of meanger bangs on my brain but I manage not to do damagewhat a planet we inhabit the Sabbath is true dammitthe dealer of bad habits is workin his black magicimagine packin' the gat that you grippin' you damn scabbin'and stashin' it in the back and just blastin'No time to grieve it all changes so fastand after all were all gonna fallno time to grieve, cant make the moment lastthe dirt on the plains wont turn to grass and I aint got no time to grieveIt's hard too believe anything that you toldif a sin is a sin we've all killed beforeone way or another we all stole a dollarand after all we're gonna falland after all we're gonna fall
