Have seen them raise an eye, I'm comin' home
Seedy and crawlin', seven years or more
Now you know where I'm goin'

A beautiful shade of blue and pale
A colour you bought at a junkie's yard sale
Stop your cryin', stop your cryin'

Well I'm lazy now-the summer crazy farm is all I own with...

My motor, my thrills, I needed my space
My prison, my drugs, let's go to my place
Ain't been there lately
Ain't been there lately
Ain't been there lately-there's no room

Well I sacrificed the all the people
That were killin' me and since gone away
Three of them murdered, two livin'
Now even God's gone, not much left to say

If there's a day you wanna come by
Everybody knows I'll just be sittin' here
Drop on by now, let's get high now

The reverend reminded me your redemption can be paid with...

My motor, my thrills, I needed my space
My prison, my drugs, let's go to my place
Ain't been there lately
Ain't been there lately
Ain't been there lately-there's no room

Ain't been there lately
Ain't been there lately
Ain't been there lately
Ain't been there lately, lately

Copyright: POCKET LAUG MUSIC
Writer(s): ERIC JACKSON DOVER, JOHNNY D GRIPARIC, MATTHEW J LAUG, RYAN ROXIE, SAUL HUDSON