Album: Aunt Bettys
Jesus, won't you help me find my way
Won't you send me some money in the mail
Jesus, won't you let me drink one more
It helps me to ignore how much I have failed
I'm gettin' sick
gettin' ill
gettin' tired
gettin' fired
I'm gettin' killed
I'm gettin' chilled
I'm gettin' crazy
I'm gettin' lazy
I'm gettin' screwed
I'm gettin' used
I'm gettin' kicked
I'm gettin' tricked
I'm gettin' out
gettin' out
gettin' out
gettin' out
I'm gettin' ... high
I'm gettin' ... high
Jesus, I could keep my family
if You could just send me some money in the mail
Jesus, I don't mean to complain
but it gets cold, it gets lonely inside a cell
I'm gettin' sick
I'm gettin' ill
I'm gettin' tired
of gettin' fired
I'm gettin' killed
I'm gettin' chilled
I'm gettin' crazy
I'm gettin' lazy
I'm gettin' screwed
I'm gettin' used
I'm gettin' kicked
I'm gettin' tricked
I'm gettin' out
gettin' out
gettin' out
gettin' out
I'm gettin' ... high
I'm gettin' ... high
high, gettin' high
whoa-whoa-whoa
high, gettin' high
I'm gettin' sick
I'm gettin' ill
I'm gettin' tired
I'm gettin' fired
I'm gettin' killed
I'm gettin' chilled
I'm gettin' lazy
I'm gettin' crazy
I'm gettin' screwed
I'm gettin' used
I'm gettin' kicked
I'm gettin' tricked
I'm gettin' out
gettin' out
gettin' out
gettin' out ...
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