Firewater Follow

Woke up a quarter to four, and I took my change off the floor.
Then I packed my suitcase with a brand new face, threw myself out the door.
Too many dues to pay, and it was raining rusty nails on a sunny day.
So I wrote a postcard to the wrecking yard saying; "I won't be coming in today."

I'm alright. Yeah, I'm okay.
Well I roll into town on a tumbleweed,
and I will be blowing on the breeze tonight
of feeling no pain.

No I'll never be no billionaire, and you might not believe but I just don't care.
I don't give a goddamn about the green I make as long as nobody takes my cake.
I get so goddamn down sometimes, I like to roll down the windows when I take a drive.
Feel the breeze with the bottle up between my knees till it gets tough to see the line.

Hey, I'm alright. Said I'm okay.
So get off my back with your heart-attacks
because there aint an ambulance in sight
and I'm feeling no pain.
No Pain.

I hate every cop in this town, always throwing their weight around.
Sometimes it's like I got a sign taped to my back saying; "Kick this poor boy around."
I live on beer and cigarettes, it hasn't seemed to kill me yet.
But when that moment comes I won't be afraid, just one less clown in this parade.

I'm alright. Yeah, I'm okay.
And I got my own personal philosophy, I won't mess with you if you don't mess with me.
And I don't want to fight. I got nothing to gain.
And I've been all over this whole world from the hurricane to the Tilt-A-Whirl.
And I'm feeling no pain.
Feeling no pain.
I'm feeling no pain.