SAME IN THE END

down in mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky they give it up and they give it up and they give it up but they never ask why daddy was a rollin' rollin' stone he rolled away one day and he never came home it ain't hard to understand this aint hitler's master plan what it takes to be a man in my mind and in my brain i roll it over like a steamin' freight train it aint hard to ascertain you only see what you want to believe when you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve that don't mean i can't hang but the day that i die will be the day that i shut my mouth and put down my guitar sunday morning hold church down at the bar get down on your knees and start to pray pray my itchy rash will go away back up y'all it aint me kentucky fried chicken is all i see it's a hellified way to start your day if i make you cry all night me and daddy gonna have a fist fight it aint personal it aint me i only hear what you told me to be i'm a backwards ass hillbilly i'm dick butkiss you know i lie i get mean i'm a thief in the dark i'm a ragin machine i'm a triple rectified-ass s.o.b. rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch i can see for miles and miles and miles my broken heart makes me smile in my mind in my brain i go back and go completely insane it aint personal it aint me if i make you cry i might be your daddy at the end of the night take a load from my big gun you only see what you want to believe when you creep from the back you got tricks up my sleeve 24/7 the devil's best friend makes no difference it's all the same in the end