Hey Ma

Oh Mama you know I love you so
But I must be leaving here
To where I do not know
It could be anywhere

I'm sick of all the bullshit
I'm sick of my damn life
You have nothing to do with it
and I'm leaving with my knife

I may head out to the Ozarks
I may head up to the Moon
If I don't hear the angels harks
then Lord I left to soon

Didn't mean to cause you pain now
but nowhere was I home
I knew I had to get out somehow
In the heavens I know roam

At night when you look up to the stars
just know your sons alright
I'm sober cause there are no bars
I've finally seen the light