Maybe we should start at the beginning?

Like how you ended up in hell in the first place

(You really wanna know?) Of course!

That way, we can work out the best treatment plan for your specific situation

Situation, huh?

Okay, better you hear this from me than someone like Al

Huh?

I was once a wanderin' man 'cause I never felt at home

Now I'm just a gamblin' man, risking everything I own

The only spirit left in me's from a bottle off the shelf

And all it means is that I can't see a goddamn way to save my soul or self

There's a hole in me

And it's exposed for the world to see

It's what he knows, so I did what he pleased

But I can't be f****d to lose my patience

So I just stay drunk and complacent

I'm a wicked old soul, nowhere left to go

At the beck and call of the man on the radio

Raise a glass for the empty-hearted, too far gone to know when it started

A shark of the cards never shows his hand

And the same's still true when you have these claws and fangs

So don't think you can bring my walls down

I drank my fill and in that I'm sure to drown

You may well reap what you sow

But that isn't how this program goes

'Cause in the end all that we want is your soul saved (good luck with that)

I've watched the fall of many people

Both the good and the down-right evil

But if you think I'm giving up on you

Big mistake

I guess your old man got his dues when all was said and done

So they say, but there's none you have to give

Seein' all the chumps down here, I know I'm not the only one

Making mistakes, it's a part of how we live

So you've got a plan? Spit it out, go and try to get me clean!

Give me the chance to prove what I could do! (But the rot runs deep inside this shell of mine)

'Til there ain't nothing to redeem

But-

There's a hole in me

And it's exposed for the world to see

And you know that I'm a wrench in your machine

Though you try, I'll have to show some patience

To tell ya, so I'll be complacent

I'm a wicked old soul, nowhere left to go

At the beck and call of the man on the radio

Raise a glass for the empty-hearted, too far gone to know when it started

A shark of the cards never shows his hand

And the same's still true when you have these claws and fangs

So don't think you can bring my walls down

I drank my fill and in that I'm sure to drown

Give us a chance to set you free

If you just, put your faith in me

You could grow, and heal, and change

You don't need to suffer all this pain

Is it really that hard to see?

There's nothing left inside of me

I can't love, or cry, or hate

So who the f*ck cares about my fate?

But- (no!)

Wicked old souls, nowhere left to go

At the beck and call of the ones who are in control

So raise a glass for the empty-hearted

We're too far gone to know when it started

A shark of the cards never shows their hand

And the same's still true whether you've got claws or fangs

So don't think you can bring our walls down

We drank our fill and in that we're sure to drown

Down the beneath the ground (we're sure to drown)

In our burial mounds (we're sure to drown)

Taste the blood in our mouths (we're sure to drown)

And now there's no way out (we're sure to drown)

Just lay my head down (we're sure to drown)

Too lost to be found (we're sure to drown)

With my hands still bound (we're sure to drown)

I've already drowned