What do you when the blood won't come?
The cable's been cut, the juice won't run
Nothing seems to work the way it should
They keep it on coming
They keep ...
Keep on kicking 'til the body turns cold
You've never been sorry for a damn thing you've done
A fifth, thirty dollars, and a beat-up guitar
From where you were to where you are
Ain't so bad when you think about it now