40 Stitches Later Ballad of Blackman Township lyrics

Thinking back to when I'm young
While watching TV Land re-runs
I want a better life and all
I make another want ad call

Now there's no money left to count
No more government hand out
But we can use some new careers
To pay that tax on “sticks” and beers

And I'm not sure if I should leave or I should stay
‘Cause there's not much more of this that I can take

She gave orders all the time
And never made a goddamn dime
But the judge he didn't care
Half my wage and called it fair

I kept the tools and kept the truck
The Indian reservation luck
I roll the die and roll away

And so I waste another day

Now I can't wait to get the hell out of this place
‘Cause there's not much more of this that I can take

I got my name up on the wall
When I was up against it all
Lived it up and I let down
The expectations I felt bound

Yea I forgot the dreams I chase
Fast as I can to get no place
But I'll shut up and hold my mouth
I can't give up I won't head south

Hard as it seems, It's hard to leave, I'm here to stay
‘Cause there's nothin' left of me that you can take