Sugar bee, Sugar bee, your father will make it home you'll see. I'll travel those mountains and sail across those seas just to be with you. I know it's hard because I'm gone, but you have to promise that you will stay strong and always be a good daughter to your mom I swear I'll see you soon. I swear to god I'll see you soon. I'll be there to hold your hand, to make box forts and pain and read green eggs and ham/ To help make tall castles on the play grounds with sands, to explore these plains and streams and woods that stretch across this land. I want to hear your voice, and I want to watch you grow, and I'll say I love you darling so that you will always know, and I'll play you a song at all of my shows, even though I am not there I swear I haven't let you go. Sugar bee, Sugar bee, Your father will make it home you'll see. I'll travel those mountains and sail across those seas just to be with you. I know it's hard because I'm gone, but you have to promise that you will stay strong and always be a good daughter to your mom I swear I'll see you soon. I swear to god I'll see you soon. Life is hard and can be a drag but it's also fun and beautiful, so try not to be sad, and I'll be here to listen to you vent when you are mad, because I want to see you happy, and that's because I am your dad. And sweet fayebellene, oh sweet fayebellene, I hold you in my heart and soul and also in my dreams, but right now I have to straighten out a lot of things but you keep me on this straight track filled with hope and so I sing. Sugar bee, Sugar bee, Your father will make it home you'll see. I'll travel those mountains and sail across those seas just to be with you. I know it's hard because I'm gone, but you have to promise that you will stay strong and always be a good daughter to your mom I swear I'll see you soon. I swear to god I'll see you soon.

Young Jeremiah at the age of 16 decided to leave home and go follow a dream A life of peace and an absence of walls, a lack of taxes and running from the law. Well he grew up fast and very educated from living off the land that no man ever created. Spoke words of wisdom and never lacked fun, this is Jeremiah at the age of 21. If you get the chance spill a 40 for Jeremiah And if you get the chance steal a 40 for me If you get the chance spill a 40 for Jeremiah And if you get the chance steal a 40 for me Young Jeremiah worked his hands to the bone, the consumption of alcohol he never did condone, till one day he decided that he should go home, no more friends and family so now he's all alone. Completely forgot what he was looking for, so he picked up a gun and decided to go to war, and into his soul the images they tore, and he didn't want to kill anyone anymore. He finally decided that he should get discharged, they wouldn't let him leave so he hopped on a barge. He was tired of taking orders, of his own life he'd take charge. Got home, and bought some whiskey, and started hopping on boxcars. If you get the chance spill a 40 for Jeremiah And if you get the chance steal a 40 for me If you get the chance spill a 40 for Jeremiah And if you get the chance steal a 40 for me Jeremiah kept on learning as the years went by, but he also kept on drinking because his liver hadn't died. On the nights that he got wasted all he ever did was cry, and on the nights that he was sober he just wanted to die. Our paths had crossed he was a hermit of a man, but he was so damn wasted that he could barley stand. I asked him for his name but I could not understand, as they days kept passing they grew less and less bland. Eventually he grew sober and shared his knowledge with me poor Jeremiah at the age of 43. He told me his life story with one foot in the grave, and said the meaning of life was to never be enslaved. If you get the chance spill a 40 for Jeremiah And if you get the chance spill a 40 for me If you get the chance spill a 40 for Jeremiah And if you get the chance spill a 40 for me

I stand at the mouth of the mountain, un-moving, un shaken, in my grave forsaken and dead. This world’s still burning while those figures of families are now just ashes in the bed. There is no man here just an empty hollowed husk to be eaten up and swallowed by the cold. Voices are calling from the darkening abyss till I fade from this existence like my souls upon the pavement where I keep on running from those demons manifested in my home. Upon these train tracks I’ll lay inside this boxcar till it turns into my casket in the snow. And upon the hillside there’s a swing there to remind us of our innocence, remind us of our innocence. And upon that hillside there’s a swing there to remind of us our innocence but now that fucking innocence is gone. No information, just sit there in the darkness and just listen to all the lies that they tell. This kingdom of heaven is just a concrete jungle, and it’s nothing more than a goddamn living hell. Coughing and screaming well everytime we step outside, yes everytime we step outside. There’s no one left dreaming, unless it’s a capitalistic takeover or someone’s contemplating suicide. There’s no more reaching for hope, because they’ll take your hands and cut them at the wrist then laugh at you like a goddamn fool, so be a good sheep and take those shitty jobs they keep on giving while we’re castrated by the bull. And upon the hillside there’s a swing there to remind us of our innocence, remind us of our innocence. And upon that hillside there’s a swing there to remind of us our innocence but now that fucking innocence is gone.

Departures coming and you want to stay, because you're afraid of what might happen when you're whisked away, you've got so much going on or so you think and that's the reason why you're scared. There's so much out there you don't even know, what do you really have here that's not away from home? Stop making up half-assed excuses just to give up on yourself because it ain't fair. The world will always keep on spinning, whether or not you feel like grinning what your reason for not grinning you really dont have to care. The world is full of pain and lies, and tons of folks that you despise, but I swear there's still some beauty out there. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH I swear that there' still some beauty out there X2 Things are hectic and your hands are tied, but instead of moving forwards you push your dreams aside. You say that you'll come back to them but all your doing is just giving up on your self. Do you feel valued, or do you feel used? Does it feel like you are drowning and you don't know what to do? Why do you have to put your life on pause so you can be like everybody else? The world will always keep on spinning, whether or not you feel like grinning what your reason for not grinning you really dont have to care. The world is full of pain and lies, and tons of folks that you despise, but I swear there's still some beauty out there. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH I swear that there' still some beauty out there X2 It's okay when you decide to go, but when you give up on yourself just to fit the mold that they expect as all to follow in the end they're using you that's what they do. I am a person and I have a name, I have my thoughts, I have a soul and I refuse to play your game because the only person that can know what will benefit your life is you. The world will always keep on spinning, whether or not you feel like grinning what your reason for not grinning you really dont have to care. The world is full of pain and lies, and tons of folks that you despise, but I swear there's still some beauty out there. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH I swear that there' still some beauty out there X2

These vicious streets where hell and earth meet, where the bottle runs dry but the bottle runs deep; Leaves one breathless as the people grow restless, they leave a gash on this earth an everlasting impression, you settle in all are welcome and this may be true, but now you’ve settled in so you’re paying your dues. Running water with a hint of gasoline, a city built up on hope but it runs on broken dreams. So hold on, even if you can’t anymore and just try a little bit harder than before, and eventually you just might find that you can say goodbye to the cities when the bottle runs dry, runs dry. Frustration and anguish lick the back of your neck the devil’s hot on your trail with a debt to collect these bones grow tired and there’s no time to rest and all those teachings you’ve heard grow harder to ingest. It’s too much to bear; you need to be soothed so here’s a shot for your worries and another for your blues. Here’s a pint for your sorrow and another for your pain, here’s a whole half gallon that’s left to your name. Sail the seven seas with eyes that can’t see, the demons are gone but they sure as hell won’t let you be. You’ve rid of cage and you spread your wings but those wings gave been clipped so you’re not truly free. Start your life with an engine that’s clean but as the years go by your grow tired and mean. A respectable being with a job and a home now you speak about life with a dark undertone complaining my baby left me and I don’t get no respect, but it’s too late now for me to try and correct. I wish that I could stop but the worlds still in spin; there ain’t no use in repenting because being born was a sin. So heed these words because they just might keep you afloat, take life one bite at a time or else you just might choke. I don’t want to hear it oh hell now, because you just can’t fix, no you just can’t fix what’s broke.

You can spend your whole dreaming You can spend your whole life calling You can spend your whole life cussing, but you'll never make it so You can spend your life there up stream I'mma spend my life here downstream Because in life I have no paddle, and you always reap what you sew So while you neglect your fields I'mma keep on pickin' posies to lay upon your old decrepit bones Well those train tacks keep on singing And that boxcars where I'm sleeping And the whistle outsde's blowin' while my body's cold as stone Yeah I'm halfway down this 40 as my body continues westward, but these wayward tracks won't carry me back, until they carry me on towards home And when I get there in that gutter's where the bottle will be a passing, as those light a keep on flashin' red and blue So keep on whistlin' your Dixie I'mma keep on drikin' whiskey Because at the end of the day I'll be in my grave underneath this old headstone The sun is still a shinin' And reflecting of those waters Which resembles the golden liquid in this bottle of Jim Beam Well I used to be a good boy But it wasn't a life I enjoyed So I took advice and started living life with a pocket full of dreams And even though I still get lonely, and I smell just like a trash can, thge whole entire world can hate me but I still love who I am So keep on whistlin' your dixie I'mma keep on drikin' whiskey [Because at the end of the day I'll be in my grave underneath this old headstone] X2

Right now I feel so damn happy, but I know I've felt this way at least one thousand times before, but I want to say it's the first time in my life, because these obstructions and chaos cut me like a knife, till those good feeling just fade away and that happiness goes ignored. So please don't tell me that I'm fine, just because I'm feeling down and out doesn't mean I'll stay entwined in these bad thoughts that loom just like ominous structures that make my heart palpitate till it feels like it might rupture, and one of these days, that damn rut will end I'll be happy for a minute but then back in it once again, and I know that I'll rise up just because I need a breath because it feels like I am drowning or maybe I'm just depressed, but if you've seen that ray of hope just once you'll learn to love the fact that your a mess. We all have faults that we need to change, but if you focus way to hard on them they become part of the chain, and what a pin, to see your efforts go in vain, it makes you wish you'd go and take a bullet and go blow out your brains. So why must I feel like I should die? This is punishment and cruel just because I was given life. But NO, I won't be caught in the undertow, because every cycle has to have a rise to a point before it falls. So please don't tell me that I'm fine, just because I'm feeling down and out doesn't mean I'll stay entwined in these bad thoughts that loom just like ominous structures that make my heart palpitate till it feels like it might rupture, and one of these days, that damn rut will end I'll be happy for a minute but then back in it once again, and I know that I'll rise up just because I need a breath because it feels like I am drowning or maybe I'm just depressed, but if you've seen that ray of hope just once you'll learn to love the fact that your a mess. If you've seen that ray of hope just once you'll learn to love the fact you're trying your best.

I smoke cigarettes when I'm hungry, dig through trash cans just to eat, and before I go to bed every night I laugh myself to sleep. I wash my hands off in this river and I've got an angry liver, but if there's one thing that I know for sure there's beauty on these streets, well if there's one thing that I know for sure there's beauty on these streets. I take my whiskey with my coffee, Vodka with tomato juice, and I'll sit in a squat making homebrew with sarsaparilla root. I take my rum with my coke, sidewalk slams when I'm broke, and if I need to get some drugs I'll bum myself a smoke. I smoke cigarettes when I'm hungry, dig through trash cans just to eat, and before I go to bed every night I laugh myself to sleep. I wash my hands off in this river and I've got an angry liver, but if there's one thing that I know for sure there's beauty on these streets, well if there's one thing that I know for sure there's beauty on these streets. Eyes looking out, but never in. I keep on walking these white lines till eventually they fade thin. And I think about the good times that have gone wrong, but that's okay because if i grow hungry again I guess I'll sing this song. I smoke cigarettes when I'm hungry, dig through trash cans just to eat, and before I go to bed every night I laugh myself to sleep. I wash my hands off in this river and I've got an angry liver, but if there's one thing that I know for sure there's beauty on these streets, well if there's one thing that I know for sure there's beauty on these streets.

With one bottle of water and another full of whiskey. Five cigarettes left in my pack and I wonder if you miss me. My thumb is sore my feet still hurt, but all of this is what it's worth. I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state. Trucks, cars and interstates. Cops and people running late. It seems as though no body want to give you a goddamn ride, but if you're lucky, which you are, somebody just might stop their car, give you food and pepsi cans, cigarettes and garbage bags. With one bottle of water and another full of whiskey. Five cigarettes left in my pack and I wonder if you miss me. My thumb is sore my feet still hurt, but all of this is what it's worth. I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state. Spange for change and dumpsterdive. Do what you will to make it by. If you're lucky you'll get some cash. You've walked a while so rest your back. Don't you listen to the stupid shit, that passer by's tend to cuss and spit. Keep on walking down that road till you're puking on your friends couch. With one bottle of water and another full of whiskey. Five cigarettes left in my pack and I wonder if you miss me. My thumb is sore my feet still hurt, but all of this is what it's worth. I got one hundred miles till I get to the next state.

If my younger self could see the person I am now, I don't think I'd be ashamed, but maybe proud, because even though I still had to go and grow up I haven't gone and let my inner child down. Life is short but it's still the longest thing you'll do while your blood's still pumping and air still fills your chest. Life is hard and folks will bring you down, but don't you worry because we're all trying our best. There is beauty that surrounds us from every meadow to every mountain. It's in the forest, it's in the rivers, and every secret that we keep. Please don't give in, keep on living, keep all of your secrets still hidden, and love every friend that reminds you how to breathe. Routine feels like a trap and we all get caught, and we spend our whole lives trying to get out. instead of taking all our time and making the most of it we are content with being like dogs inside the pound. But there are people who've I noticed show zero concerns about the system and the problems it entails, because they say success is measured by how happy you are, not by your home, your job, or riding on coattails. There is beauty that surrounds us from every meadow to every mountain. It's in the forest, it's in the rivers, and every secret that we keep. Please don't give in, keep on living, keep all of your secrets still hidden, and love every friend that reminds you how to breathe. If you stop and take moment to use your eyes to see every last sunrise that marks a new start another day you'll feel much better with all the bullshit that is thrown at you so you can watch the sunset and finally be okay. If you stop and just remember that we all love you even though most of us don't know who you are, you'll feel much better and not lesser because we're all the same, we all are humans that came from dust from dying stars. There is beauty that surrounds us from every meadow to every mountain. It's in the forest, it's in the rivers, and every secret that we keep. Please don't give in, keep on living, keep all of your secrets still hidden, and love every friend that reminds you how to breathe.

I spent most my time just passed out throwing up trying to rid all of this hatred from my guts. It was a waste of time now, as much as it was then. No longer a basis for the people I call friend. Well I'm still as stressed as I was back in the day, for different reasons now but the weight still feels the same. I could have done things using more productive means, instead of killing my liver and giving up on my dreams. This road goes on and moves too fast, so when you trip and fall you get road burn, or burned by the road. How can you call this a home, it's just mortar and stone built on dead bodies and bones which isn't making me safe. Time will turn and we'll learn objects are not what we yearn, but what we yearn for is for suns warm embrace, and I fear that this place has truly branded my face, like a pariah, I'm a peg that won't fit in the hole, but when all is said and done with I'm proud because this life is mine and I have a sense of control I miss those days back then like the ones that have yet to come, and I can't wait till I reach the end and all is said and done, because I know that i still have a very long ways to go, but I can't wait to see what I've done at the end of the road. Sure I miss those jetties, and bridges, backyards, bonfires, and sands, like I miss those units and boxcars and sidewalk slams, and when I become a wrinkled, withered, tired, old man, I'll keep on moving forwards till I have no more strength to stand because This road goes on and moves too fast, so when you trip and fall you get road burn, or burned by the road. How can you call this a home, it's just mortar and stone built on dead bodies and bones which isn't making me safe. Time will turn and we'll learn objects are not what we yearn, but what we yearn for is for suns warm embrace, and I fear that this place has truly branded my face, like a pariah, I'm a peg that won't fit in the hole, but when all is said and done with I'm proud because this life is mine and I have a sense of control

Take these hands, dig them through trash cans, finding what we please. Take these bottles of alcohol keep drinking till you kill your liver or all those lice and fleas. I seems as though nobody cares, but do we? I really don't think so this time, no. Stare at these skies until it burns out your eyes, and hopefully we all might die or fade away. Stare at these clouds, until they all burn down upon these cities and these towns and then we'll say I seems as though nobody cares, but do we? I really don't think so this time, no. Inside these brick alleyways is where I'll make my stay till they come take me away and put me in chains behind these bars to roam. And now there's no more stars, I dream of highways and passing cars, and hope that I when I break free one of them will be my ticket home. I seems as though nobody cares, but do we? I really don't think so this time, no.