My mouth is full of cotton
my stomach makes me sweat
and I have no strength to raise the glass
and get my whistle wet
and at the same time I'm drowning
as the liquor falls like rain
I think it's time I changed my addiction
and meet with Mister Payne
I'm bumming smokes off children
with yellow fingertips
and it's so damn smooth as it all melts away
when my lungs are lit
but nothing has a smell
covered in nicotine stains
and I think it's time I changed my addiction
and meet with Mister Payne
Bobby's trees are burning
thoughts are so hard to think
and there's nothing there behind my eyes
when they turn the darkest pink
but there ain't nuthin' funny
trapped here inside my brain
and I think it's time I changed my addiction
and meet with Mister Payne
my best friend screws my sister
condoms float in the can
as I make out with high school girls
who get upset when I tell 'em I'm not their man
but the sounds of fornication
have driven me insane
and I think it's time I changed my addiction
and meet with Mister Payne
I sleeping in my car
there's blood on the passenger seat
I drifted around that hairpin turn
and straightened out into a tree
and now my engine is blown
too much octane
thank you for breaking my addiction
goodbye Mister Payne
