Who Knows

No one knows how I got so loud when earlier on I started out drunk A face in the crowd cries don't believe the lies that you hear being told by this punk When all else fails and goes off the rails, you could up some pails and go down Down to creek where there's nothing else there, except for a drunk old clown Who knows, who you're gonna be when you're up high Who knows who you won't trust when you're high Sometimes I guess that it's a bit less likely that I'll end up like that But with a little bit of finesse and this pile of mess could make that nightmare be a fact Who knows Who knows, who you're gonna be when you're up high Who knows who you won't trust when you're high Who knows Who knows