Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
Billy Bob Thornton
There's always numbers
In my head
A counting hunger
That must be fed
I got some pills
By my bed
Supposed to eat 'em
But I count them instead
Now am I crazy?
Am I mad?
I've run out of fingers
They're all I had
I'm always counting
I'm always counting
Only trouble is
I'm counting on me
I wake up aching
I count the pains
The storm ain't breaking
I can't count the rain
I count spectators
But the crowd just grows
I'm a speculator
Of the highs and lows
And I've been playing
With a loaded deck
But the cards are claiming
I'm a nervous wreck
I'm always counting
I'm always counting
Only trouble is
I'm counting on me