Won't Be Coming Back - Transplants

Mad for the ones that are mad for livin'

Mad for life?

I am forgivin'

I’m gonna burn like a roman candle tonight

In the city’s sight, in the very cold light

I’ve had enough, I’m goin' to win

I’m 3 sheeps to it and hopin' I sin

I’m just me, I could never be them

Wouldn’t know where to start, but I know where to end

Now I won’t be comin' back

Won’t be becomin' mad

It’s gonna be a story for the homes

So you better lock your doors

When the

And the preacher-man hoard

If you’re looking from the top, then never from the top

You wake up with no money in a lonely bus stop

Short change, kickin' the curb

After keeping all I had, I guess it’s what I deserve

Jesus saves, saves bens

I’m flat broke, I got nothing to give

Now I won’t be comin' back

Won’t be becomin' mad

In the name of the father and the son

We gonna end up in a pinebox six feet under

And ain’t nobody gonna be stunned

'Cuz we know who you were and what you’ve become

Damn fate, I’ll die on my own

Won’t kiss no rings I should’ve been thrown

Lost sight on what life is about

Ain’t got no future, I’m over it now