Stomach Pain

Every day I get a little bit high I roll in my festive eyes Little red winged man in my sight I die all the time but I live a little When I'm knocking on heavens door I don't think they want me anymore Pulled the welcome mat from under my feet Kicked me down the stairs and back on the street I look at every homeless man The second coming man it's coming again Probably out in Afghanistan Someone put his body in his hands Bring the rock band out on stage Inject Jesus with a vial of rage I'm about to melt your face And this is how I'm gonna do it