I'm 22 years old
Made the devil mad
Cause I never wrote
My whole name on his dotted line
For a fucked up music scene
He said that he can really help
Million fans and record sales
All I'd have to do is come live with his family
(Strum normally)
Now my health is running downhill
Empty barrooms just won't fill
Another drunken girl is lying
Telling me, my music's great
Fifty dollars and a headache tab
All them drugs that I had to have
Promoters swearing that they're doing
All they can for me
And all I can think about
Is what I could be
Where I should be
Right now
verse 2
It's sad to say
I'm not the same
And all my friends know that I've changed
When I swore I would never turn into the man I am today
Tie me up and beat me down
Yell, "I swear I won't make a sound"
Mold me back into the man I was before I rode this train
Because now my health is running downhill
Empty barrooms just won't fill
Another drunken girl is lying
Telling me, my music's great
Fifty dollars and a headache tab
All them drugs that I had to have
Promoters swearing that they're doing
All they can for me
And all I can think about
Is what I could be
Where I should be
Right now
Interlude
Woahhh
Right now
Laaaa
Right now
Woahhh
And all I can think about
Is how my health is running downhill
Empty barrooms just won't fill
Another drunken whore is lying
A N.C.
Fifty dollars and a headache tab
All them drugs that I had to have
Promoters swearing that they're doing
All they can for me
And all I can think about
Is what I could be
Where I should be
Right now
Outro
Right now