The Band of Heathens Follow

Everybody's talking about how they just can't do without
They don't know their ass from a hole in the ground
Time's up, people change, this whole trip has gotten strange
Tell me how it all went wrong

You hit me like a misdemeanor, caught me right in between
The devil was an angel herself
I could tell you the reason, but you’d call it treason
I never said goodbye to myself

I miss my life, I miss the way it was
I miss my life, I miss it just because

Work hard, play harder, get stoned, be smarter
Left, right, up, down, where do we go?
Money's gone, rent’s due, life beats us black and blue
And we ain't got nothing to show
Given you the best of me, now you want the rest of me
Please just keep your hands to yourself
Drop my blues in a bag, C.O.D. to Alcatraz
I never said goodbye to myself

I miss my life, I miss the way it was
I miss my life, I miss it just because

Don't tell me to forget her
Because man you never met her
And they don't make ‘em no more like that
They don't make ‘em no more like that
They don't make ‘em no more like that

I miss my life, I miss the way it was
I miss my life, I miss it just because