Can't Get High - Widespread Panic

I’ve been working all day

I’ve been shaking it loose

It’s been raining for hours

I’ve been spilling my juice (?)

Nothing means nothing

I couldn’t care less

And now that you’re gone

I can’t even guess

I’ve got snakes in my cellar

I’ve got blood in my bed

Bombs in the closet

They’re all painted cherry red

And a feel like a mad scientist

I’ve got loose change in my head

Nothing but trouble these days

I eat bullets in my bread