The Real Me

I wake up with my children

Right around the crack of noon

And I do good like a good daddy should

Till the devil rolls out that moon

Once that whiskey hits my lips

It opens up Pandora’s box

And I start a lyin and a smoking and a fightin

Getting crazy as a white tailed fox.

My eyes start burnin wild and red

Two horns cut thru the top of my head

My teeth get jagged, my tongue gets sharp,

Cold neon blood starts a pumpin to my heart

My hands get frisky, with a mind of their own,

My legs start walkin me anywhere but home

And I’m a double talking, chicken-lickin

Meaner than the dickens sick and wicked

Hole digging pickin son of a gun,

And I’ll love you like the devil, bite you

Like a snake and then forsake and break

Everything I don’t take before I’m done

Most people who know me, say I’m as nice as a guy could be.

That’s all fine cuz most of the time

They never get to see the real me.

“He ain’t got a bad bone in his body”

Is how they talk about me back home,

But here my dark side is unable to hide

And you don’t want to see my bad bone.

I ‘m mean when I’m lonesome,

I’m angry when I’m high,

But I’ll chase that nightmare until I die.