Speeding through the dark in your mama’s car
Slappey Boulevard at half past two
Every street’s the same if you don’t know their name
A festival of chains and churches too
Bucket of chicken, dime bag of weed
Powerball Pickin’ - all those things we need
Boy, this is living in the land of the free

Got some bright ideas, you know how it is
Keep it to yourself, your odds improve
Bite your tongue in two, wait to make your move
Understand the box you fit in

Isn’t really that complicated - new experience is overrated
We put a lot of time into this template - get it right
Why you gotta go and look for something more
When you’ve got a mat outside your door
That says “this house belongs to Jesus Christ our Lord”

Every now and again you say goodbye to friends
They drive around the bend and out of sight
But you’d rather be alone and the baseball game is on
Onion rings and cold Corona Lights
Folks come by for Christmas so you can catch the news
Mind your own business, sing your own damn blues

You’re missing out, you skipped a beat
You bought a house, you plant your feet
The years go by, you fit the mold
The brain cells die, you’re fucking old
Boy, this is living
You look around your prison town
Ain’t what it was, you’re gonna drown
These goddamn kids, deviant age
Nobody cares, time turns the page
Boy, this is living
Just dig your heels in and ignore the feeling

(scat)

Isn’t really that complicated - new experience is overrated
We put a lot of time into this template, get it right
Why you gotta go and look for something more
What is it you’re even looking for?
Look at everything that you’ve been given - this is living