The Real Me

I wake up with my children
 Right around the crack of noon
 And I do good like a good daddy should
 Till the devil rolls out that moon
 Once that whiskey hits my lips
 It opens up Pandora's box
 And I start a lyin and a smoking and a fightin
 Getting crazy as a white tailed fox.
 My eyes start burnin wild and red
 Two horns cut thru the top of my head
 My teeth get jagged, my tongue gets sharp,
 Cold neon blood starts a pumpin to my heart
 My hands get frisky, with a mind of their own,
 My legs start walkin me anywhere but home
 And I'm a double talking, chicken-lickin
 Meaner than the dickens sick and wicked
 Hole digging pickin son of a gun,
 And I'll love you like the devil, bite you
 Like a snake and then forsake and break
 Everything I don't take before I'm done
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 Most people who know me, say I'm as nice as a guy could be.
 That's all fine cuz most of the time
 They never get to see the real me.
 "He ain't got a bad bone in his body"
 Is how they talk about me back home,
 But here my dark side is unable to hide
 And you don't want to see my bad bone.
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 I 'm mean when I'm lonesome,
 I'm angry when I'm high,
 But I'll chase that nightmare until I die.