Slow Suicide - Hellbound Glory

Walkin' down Fourth Street on a cold Sunday

I outta be in church, but I’ve forgotten how to pray

The church folks that walk by me all have pity in their eyes

'Cause they can see with a drunk like me, it’s just slow suicide

But lately I do more dyin' than livin'

Day-by-day as time falls by

I’m livin' on wasted time and livin' a wasted life

I’m dyin' a slow suicide

Momma and Papa told me I outta come home to the farm

Quit livin' with that she-devil and puttin' poison in my arms

But Broken Bow, Nebraska ain’t got no neon signs

And I need some speed and some Jim Beam, there ain’t a honkytonk in sight

And lately I do more dyin' than livin'

Day-by-day as time falls by

I’m livin' on wasted time and livin' a wasted life

I’m dyin' a slow suicide

I’m livin' on wasted time and livin' a wasted life

I’m dyin' a slow suicide