Twenty years, but I feel like I'm hundred Every year the weight of it just crushes Like my age is actually in dog years Hopefully I won't wake in the morning Forced to speak but don't know what say now Can't be arsed, I think I might just lay down Everything just makes it hard to keep calm Old yeller, put me down on the farm I told you once before This life's not worth a shot I'm like a rabid dog Please blow my head off My head off Keep the grind, to buy the clothes and dumb shit You don't need but it feels good to own it Worry dolls to listen to my secrets Threw them all away, yeah they can keep 'em Further north, the nature gets more common All the fields look beautiful in the Sun Hopped the fence, and saw it all from the peak But everything I thought about was so bleak I don't know where you've been And you sentence me again To a circle I don't want to stay in I told you once before This life's not worth a shot I'm like a rabid dog Please blow my head off