Tangos on my six.

one day the world will end
and where will you be
probably six feet lower than now
but a world already ended for me

{im so comatose
and i can feel everything
a drug with no overdose
a neverending dream amazing}

The year was 1969 and what was set
a flame to scorch the dark sky
an effect to last a lifetime
till it was blow away by the bomb
like the 70's lighting the way
demolished a jungle that stood in my way
contact in the jungle
but not just one big scuffle.
7 pints lost and a leg gone
Then came the bomb that saved my life.

pull the shrapnel from the the arms
repair the wounds from the war
5 months ago the bomb was dropped
and hiroshima was gone
now im winnin like the 50's
and im livin in the 30's
and i look ahead and see the light
im so close, i could die.

{im so comatose
and i can feel everything
a drug with no overdose
a neverending dream amazing}

150 nights and nowhere near done
a marathon i can run
that push i love to take
because the finish line awaits.

an impactful crash
a beautiful explosion
a blow to the head
left close to dead.
if this is a coma let me never wake up.
if this is real let me never sleep.

60 hours from my escape from rehab
its good to be out, back to my habits.
you can call 'em bad.
but thats the way i love it.