S.O.S. (Sawed Off Shotgun)

Mother I don't wanna take my medicine
 24 years in the gutter again, I'm losing it
 I'm losing it
 Everybody's acting like they're all alright
 I can barely get myself to sleep at night, I'm sick of it
 Yeah, I'm sick of it
 Yeah, they sent the taxman
 I lost my job, and
 You got hooked on oxycodone
 They shut the lights off
 They took the car, and
 I bought a sawed-off shotgun
 Yeah, they sent the taxman
 I lost my job, and
 You got hooked on oxycodone
 They shut the lights off
 They took the car, and
 I bought a sawed-off shotgun
 I'd rather be crazy than to take these pills
 I'm sick of being okay against my will
 I'm losing it, I'm losing it
 Ain't a thing in this world that I'm gonna miss
 It's all fake smiles and leather jackets
 We're full of it, yeah we're full of shit
 I don't know who to trust
 Yeah, they sent the taxman
 I lost my job, and
 You got hooked on oxycodone
 They shut the lights off
 They took the car, and
 I bought a sawed-off shotgun
 Yeah, they sent the taxman
 I lost my job, and
 You got hooked on oxycodone
 They shut the lights off
 They took the car, and
 I bought a sawed-off shotgun
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 I'm losing it
 I bought a sawed-off shotgun
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 I'm losing it
 I bought a sawed-off shotgun
 I don't know who to trust
 Maybe people like us
 Yeah, they sent the taxman
 I lost my job, and
 You got hooked on oxycodone
 They shut the lights off
 They took the car, and
 I bought a sawed-off shotgun
 Yeah, they sent the taxman
 I lost my job, and
 You got hooked on oxycodone
 They shut the lights off
 They took the car, and
 I bought a sawed-off shotgun
 Yeah, they sent the taxman
 I lost my job, and
 You got hooked on oxycodone
 They shut the lights off
 They took the car, and
 I bought a sawed-off shotgun