"In The Dirt" lyrics

Home state, old paint
Used to shine, now it don't look the same
Slow pace, with a red face
It's 25 outside, don't feel a thing

I take a drink and I let it burn
'Cause there's a part of me that likes the way it stings, the way it hurts
It don't talk to God, don't think it works
'Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt

Wasted all my lies on the four walls that I'd known
And I'm scared of what's to come more than I fear being alone
'Cause every time it's going right I'm left here on my own
So paint a face, cut the brakes 'til your blood starts running cold

I take a drink and I let it burn
'Cause there's a part of me that likes the way it stings, the way it hurts
It don't talk to God, don't think it works
'Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt

Riding on these yellow lines
Speeding up to catch a high
Burning off the rubber on these tires
Looking for a warning sign
That I know damn well I won't find
Tell me, are we living just to die?

I take a drink, I let it burn
'Cause there's a part of me that likes the way it stings, the way it hurts
It don't talk to God, don't think it works
'Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt
I don't talk to God, when's it my turn?
'Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt

In the dirt
(Ohh, ooh, ooh)
In the dirt
(Ohh, ooh, ooh)