I was just a normal guy Life was just a nine to five With bills and pressure Piled up to the sky She never asked She knew Id be Hangin with my wilder friends Looking for some other way to fly
And three days straight was no big feat Could get by with no food or sleep And crazy was becoming my new norm
Id pass out on the bedroom floor And sleep right through the calm before the storm
My life was just an old routine Every day the same damn thing I couldnt even tell I was alive
I tell you The high cost of livin Aint nothing like the cost of livin high
That southern Baptist parking lot Is where Id go to smoke my pot Sit there in my pickup truck and pray Staring at that giant cross Just reminded me that I was lost And it just never seemed to point the way
As soon as Jesus turned his back I find my way across the track Lookin just to score . . . another deal With my back against that damn eight ball I didnt have to think or talk . . . or feel
My life was just an old routine Every day the same damn thing I couldnt even tell I was alive
I tell you The high cost of livin Aint nothing like the cost of livin high
My whole life went through my head Laying in that motel bed Watching as the cops kicked in the door
I had a job and a piece of land My sweet wife was my best friend But I traded that for cocaine and a whore
With my new found sobriety Ive got the time to sit and think Of all the things I had . . . and threw away
This prison is much colder than That one that I was locked up in just yesterday
My life is just an old routine Every day the same damn thing Hell I cant even tell if Im alive
I tell you The high cost of livin Aint nothing like the cost of living high
I tell you The high cost of livin Aint nothing like the cost of living high