Good people sometimes think bad things
Good people dream bad things, don`t you
Good people even do bad things
Once in a while, we do

Factory smoke and choke in pain
`Cause del ray funk is in my brain
So I break the law but I`m not to blame
You only know my place, you don`t know my name

Well, I grip the fence and bent the steal
And I steal a car and I grip the wheel
And I park the car then I steal it again
`Cause I really don`t know what`s happening

I wait for night to fall then I walk outside
And then I run back in `cause I don`t wanna die
You see, the air alone, it can corrupt your brain
As smoke fills the sky enough to block the rain

And I pray to god to help me justify
Look over me `cause my brain is fried
And I don`t have a name, I don`t have a home
I just lay alone on my bed of stone

You see, death awaits me on my narrow path
And when I stop to think I can only laugh
Because I`m not alone, it didn`t take me long
To see everybody singing that southwest song

Wooooooo oh we-oh
Everybody singing that southwest song

Some say I`m real and some say I`m fake
But I really don`t care `cause it`s all too late
You see, my mind is weak and I`m losing breath
As I crawl along I can feel the death

Everywhere I go I bring with me pride
And then I pay the carny and I take a ride
But see, the wheel is wicked and it spins me death
So I try it again with what pride is left

If we have to go then you can take me fast
You see, I started under and I`m sinking fast
And when the joker`s card is missing from your deck
Then you know the road has finally caught my neck

Eh, yo, don`t look, now, there we go again
It`s me and the grim reaper, best of friends
He`s always hanging round waitin for me to die
We shot a game of pool, he`s not a bad guy

I feel him in the corner of a circled room
At about thirteen in the afternoon
And then I see the strain as I walk along
I notice everybody singing that southwest song

Wooooooo oh we-oh
Everybody singing that southwest song

What does seem bad to you?
I`m angry
What does seem bad to you?
I`m angry
Everybody singing that southwest song

If my time has come, then I`m ready to go
Shoot me in the face with your forty-four
And when I`m falling down to my soury death
I`ll laugh with my very last breath (hahaha)

Lose some, win some, that`s how it goes
I`ve been down and out, I took many blows
And there ain`t nothing here I ain`t seen before
I`m just a jugglin juggla jugglin more

You wanna see the world, you wanna run the town
You wanna meet a girl and wanna settle down
You wanna start a family and ya own a home
I wanna run with a set from the ghetto zone

You see the forks up, I see the forks down
But I`m a wicked clown, so don`t f**k around
`Cause my brain is gone and it`s on it`s way
I`m exploding, so get off me, dog

And I could be right and I could be wrong
And if I ain`t dead now then it won`t be long
But it does not matter what set you on
Tonight everybody sings that southwest song

Wooooooo oh we-oh
Everybody singing that southwest song

What seems bad to you?
Is hitting other kids?