Struggling to keep the ship afloat He built himself an alcohol moat Getting drunk and getting high On his whole life's O2 supply Never once an optimist He spoke of happiness with a lisp Always the kind to say goodbye To dreams that seem to just be too high Fighting with the devil Smoking with the angel To gods of real he will salute Deadly nails stick outta his boot Scrambling back into his shell I'm waiting for his soul to tell The words to make himself come out Freedom is good but he just don't want it So it stays true that people never want What's good for them Fighting with the devil Smoking with the angel