It's not a bad car that I drive,
Barely well, but still alive,
You might laugh when I arrive.
It's not a bad car that I drive,
It's not a cold couch where I sleep,
Not as hard as it was cheap,
Seven foot long, two feet deep,
It's not a cold couch where I sleep.
She's not a sad girl that I've got,
Cries a little, laughs a lot,
Loves her man more than she ought,
She's not a sad girl that I've got.
Tie your shoelaces to my shoelaces,
I'll tie a rope to a tree,
See how the wind whips happy fool faces,
Come, blow away with me.
It's not a cruel world where I stay,
Spins around once everyday,
Children dance, and proud men sway,
It's not a cruel world where I stay.
It's not a black heart where I feel,
Wicked schemes I may reveal,
Washed in blood each time I kneel,
It's not a black heart where I feel.
