Now if it seems you're gonna fall You've got three days to wander through You got three pits of burning fire Come the drums You've got three men on your bed so share your beer and cigarettes And the window by your side, you got: religion, drugs or suicide Three-time hospital bed, three lives you could have led Three sixes on your head, three eyes and one is red And I never found religion, I never found the perfect drug I tried and tried to use the razor to show myself a cut above I tried and tried to use the razor.