Already Dead

(copyright 1992 Southside)

Talk is cheap and nothing’s free
I’d look inside me but there’s nothing to see
I’d hitch a ride, but it’d move too slow
I’d but a ticket but there’s nowhere to go

I’m sick and tired of the people I meet
They all want something do they take it from me
So put a hot pistol to my head
It doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m already dead

I’m sick of the rat race draggin’ me down

Can’t get through me
Go ahead and shoot me
It doesn’t hurt I’m already dead
Taken by surprise
Go ahead and try
It doesn’t hurt I’m already dead

Your misfortune seems so natural to me
I’ve had ‘em all and they’ve all had me
I give my heart and they take my soul
It doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m already gone

Quit kissing ass and get out alive
Just be strong ‘cause you’ll never survive
So, if you try Fuc#in with my head
It doesn’t matter ‘cause I’m already dead

I’m sick of the rat race draggin’ me down

Can’t get through me
Go ahead and shoot me
It doesn’t hurt I’m already dead
Taken by surprise
Go ahead and try
It doesn’t hurt I’m already dead

Fun Facts: This is another song I wrote in Southside. I wrote this one during a very rough stretch where it seemed like everything was punching me in the guts. It’s my second favorite song to play right behind my song, “Hammerdown”. I still think of this song when I am getting pummeled by life. It’s all about getting kicked over and over again until you achieve physical and psychological numbness.