Dead Wrong

Hung out to dry Strung out to fucking die Getting by living life on the edge of a razor and rolled up five Oh Yeah You can dread it or run from it Death comes all the same So when it calls your bluff and pulls your card you'll know who's to fucking blame I'm not the Samaritan I am not the priest To be a part of something bigger than you is a whole different fucking beast How could you look your family in the eye and hear them say that I'm proud of a goddamn lie? Call the plug, get your fix in Waste the day dumb, broke, and addicted Dead wrong Dead wrong Dead wrong Dead wrong