Aftermath USA - Drive-By Truckers

When I crawled out of bed this morning

I could tell something wasn’t right

There were cigarettes in the ashtrays

They weren’t your menthol lights

There were beer bottles in the kitchen

And broken glass on the floor

Someone must have slipped me something

Passed out a couple days before

The car was in the carport sideways

Big dent running down the side

Never seen anything as frightening

As when I took a look inside

Smell of musk and deception

Heel marks on the roof-line

Bad music on the stereo

All the seats in recline

The aftermath staring me right in the face

I’ll get around to breaking even one of these days

My credit cards have all been maxed out

The meat in my freezer all thawed

The IRS laid the facts out

It’s all worse than I thought

The welfare lady said enough is enough

The kids ain’t been to school in weeks

Crystal-meth in the bathtub

Blood splattered in my sink

Laying around in the aftermath

It’s all worse than you think