S.O.S. (Sawed Off Shotgun)

Mother, I don't wanna take my medicine 24 years in the gutter again, I'm losing it I'm losing it Everybody's acting like they're all alright I can barely get myself to sleep at night, I'm sick of it Yeah, I'm sick of it Yeah, they sent the taxman I lost my job, and You got hooked on oxycodone They shut the lights off They took the car, and I bought a sawed-off shotgun Yeah, they sent the taxman I lost my job, and You got hooked on oxycodone They shut the lights off They took the car, and I bought a sawed-off shotgun I'd rather be crazy than to take these pills I'm sick of being okay against my will I'm losing it, I'm losing it Ain't a thing in this world that I'm gonna miss It's all fake smiles and leather jackets We're full of it, yeah we're full of shit I don't know who to trust Yeah, they sent the taxman I lost my job, and You got hooked on oxycodone They shut the lights off They took the car, and I bought a sawed-off shotgun Yeah, they sent the taxman I lost my job, and You got hooked on oxycodone They shut the lights off They took the car, and I bought a sawed-off shotgun I'm losing it I bought a sawed-off shotgun I'm losing it I bought a sawed-off shotgun I don't know who to trust Maybe people like us Yeah, they sent the taxman I lost my job, and You got hooked on oxycodone They shut the lights off They took the car, and I bought a sawed-off shotgun Yeah, they sent the taxman I lost my job, and You got hooked on oxycodone They shut the lights off They took the car, and I bought a sawed-off shotgun Yeah, they sent the taxman I lost my job, and You got hooked on oxycodone They shut the lights off They took the car, and I bought a sawed-off shotgun