Viper

I love to see this city shrinking behind me, piled in a van with hours to go. Ain't got a job, a car, or a home. Traded it all for the sing a long honky tonk girls, ice cold beer, thinking of you. But you're not here that's when I fucking fall. That's when I fall, Lord, that's when I fall from grace. If you're memory doesn't kill me, I don't think the liquor will. That's why I get so tore up, so tore up, so fucking much. So fucking much. Fall from grace that's why I get so tore up. Fall from grace so fucking much.