Deep End

Spent my last dime on a mix drink

I'm flying off the cocaine

And I ain't got a rubber so I probably shouldn't fuck her

But I do it anyway

I'm off the deep end

Ain't no sense sleeping with these girls

And I've been keeping

Up with the demons of this world

Yeah, I'm off the deep end

Woke up on a ragged-out couch

With God knows what's her name

Took the last twenty dollars out her pocketbook with a drug addiction to blame

And I ain't called momma in six damn months

I've been on the road

I ain't seen a Sunday service since I've been gone

Jesus, save my soul

Oh, Jesus, save my soul

I'm off the deep end

Ain't no sense sleeping with these girls

And I've been keeping

Up with the demons of this world

Yeah, I'm off the deep end

Yeah, I'm off the deep end

I'm off the deep end

Ain't no sense sleeping with these girls

And I've been keeping, keeping

Up with the demons of this world

Yeah, I'm off the deep end, deep end

Yeah, I'm off the deep end

I'm off the deep end, deep end