Ain't That Tough

A sweet scent of discontent

Rising in the air

You don't get old, you just get passive

And then you stand and stare

Hey, nobody's keeping you from stopping

(Chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a)

Like a plug without a socket

Your finger trigger's itching

But you forgot to cock it

And now, things didn't turn out the way you thought they would be

No, you can't take that out on me

If you can find a better way

Then I ain't standing in your way, oh no

I'm fed up with holding out

I called your bluff, now let it out

You were thinking it was never, never, never enough

It ain't bad luck, it's just that you ain't that tough

(Ain't that tough, ain't that tough) (×4)

A graveyard of bottles

And a throttle pointing for your lips

If you're so brave

Why's a .45 hang from your hips?

No, nobody's keeping you from stopping

(Chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a, chick-a)

You're always threatening to kill yourself

Well, why don't you just do it right here, right now?

I didn't turn out the way you thought I would be

No, you can't take that out on me

I thought I was talking to someone else

I guess I was talking to myself, oh no

I'm fed up with holding out

I called your bluff, now let it out

You were thinking it was never, never, never enough

It ain't bad luck, it's just you ain't that tough

Last time I talked to you

You were talking just like me

Now you're talking like some hollywood actress

Hey, what the hell's that supposed to mean?

Last time I talked to you

You turned and walked away

And why the brawl on the grave

What the fuck (gibberish)

You ain't that tough (×4)