hear those tear dropsHow you like those hard knocksTaste

1: Ed feelin' like a bullet jumpin' out a

morning I smoked them stemsYeah, that's the kinda shape I'm

judge looked down, gave me forty daysInstead of the

here, it's closing timeYou've got your troubles and I

well, I don't know what kind of fool he

Well, judge looked down gave me forty daysInstead of the fine

got me all caught upThe way you look tonightWe

one night behind corn whiskeyI fell asleep with a

It's midnight on the mountainI can tell by the chill in

the things I felt and never sharedAll the times

alone in a cafeI watch the world rushin' byThey're

Teddy 1: Teddy feeling like a bullet

I was six, I had two fourty-fivesStrapped to my

up cryin' with pictures of you in my headLying next

can't help about the shape I'm inI can't sing,

do you ever wonderWhatever happened way back whenOr if

a coward would pick up a gunAnd shoot up

an old man now, I can't do nothin'Young folks

Baby lock the door and turn the lights down lowPut some