The Living Bubba

I wake up tired and I wake up pissed
I wonder how I ended up like this
I wonder why things happen like they do
But I don't wonder long 'cause I got a show to do

I'm sick to my stomach from the AZT
Broke up my bank 'cause this shit ain't free
But I'm here to stay at least another week or two
And I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do

Don't give me no pity, don't give me no grief
Wait 'til I die for sympathy
Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two
But I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do

Don't give me no preachin', no self-serving
I ain't no angel and nobody's deserving
I can dance on my own grave, thank you
But I can't die now 'cause I got another show

Some people keep sayin' I won't last long
But I got my bands, I got my songs
I'll let the beer and nicotine to help me along
And I'm drunk and stubborn as they come
Chain smokin', guitar pickin' 'til I'm gone

I ain't got no political agenda
I ain't got no message for the youth of America
Except wear a rubber and be careful who you screw
And come see me next Friday 'cause I got another show

Some people stop livin' long before they die
Work a dead end job just to scrape on by
But I keep livin' just to bend that note in two
And I can't die now 'cause I got another show