Wasting Away Again in Bupropionville - Live

Salt on the glass, coke on the knife
Is there anything left to escape but life?
I didn’t sign, I didn’t sign up for this
May today lose what yesterday won
Hope that tomorrow I’ll get something done
I’m gonna run, I’m gonna run out of time

But I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die
I’m more afraid of what might happen first
Either way, it’s not like we’ll get out alive
I can’t say that I know which one is worse

Everything’s useless, especially songs
I think the truth is that everyone’s wrong
Still sing along, still sing a long, long time
I might keep looking for nothing to find
They say, “Keep trucking, it’s all in your mind”
“Jimmy, you’re fine,” end of the line, gaining speed
Wrapping trees

But I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die
I’m more afraid of what might happen first
Either way, it’s not like we’ll get out alive
I can’t say that I know which one is worse

"Take it away, Matt!"

But I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die
I’m more afraid of what might happen first
Either way, it’s not like we’ll get out alive
I can’t say that I know which one is worse