Firewood
Go home to your girl, pay the bills and lock the door
now check the news and try to find someone who died
go on make that trip, through the kitchen to the back fridge
to ease your mind, and take it off those unpleasant times
I'm so sorry, I don't spend my time chopping firewood
and I'm so sorry, I don't take pride in the size of my truck
and I'm so sorry, I don't take advice from him who's so close to me
and I'm so healthy, "˜cuz I don't listen to a word you say to me
don't change a thing, your life is perfect man
you've got everything that you could need
so slam your fist onto the table
and curse yourself for letting it go like this
your mind is an airport
where nothing, no one stays
I'm so angry, cuz you don't listen to a thing that I say to you