Belongings - Bear Hands

At the gentle age of nine, I bought my first forty-five

Oh I drink and I drink and I’m sticking to a flea

Oh I drink oh I drink and I smoke a little weed

No never say no to no fire skag

No never say no to the love in hand

Pocket full of cigarettes, pocket full of tea

Yeah momma always mad but she never mad at me

Schlep it to the sidewalk, sell a few things

I’m a joke when I’m bored I’m a hole I’m a leak

No never say no to no fire skag

No never say no to the love in hand

Oh Satan build a wall, dividing up the room

And I hope it falls, trouble at the tomb

Oh Satan build a wall, dividing up the room

And I hope it falls, trouble at the tomb

The half debt the razor said, the carpet is soaking in

I saw raw iron before you came, I kept myself from old south main

No never say no to no fire skag

No never say no to the love in hand

Oh Satan build a wall, dividing up the room

And I hope it falls, trouble at the tomb

Oh Satan build a wall, dividing up the room

And I hope it falls, trouble at the tomb

Oh I cross him off, cross him off, cross him off

At the gentle age of nine, I bought my first forty-five

Oh I drink and I drink and I’m drinking in the trees

Oh I drink oh I drink I’ve been drinking for a week