After this, I'm entering exile
You won't find me hiding from my drink
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror
And I thought, "What would dear ol' mama think?"
Wake up and the door's wide open
And I look down to find I'm pissing in the sink
Tell my wife and kids I love them
'Cause after this I'm going into hiding
Someone asked which way we go
Shit, I don't know
It seems we fucked up high and low
We got the world crammed up our nose
We got chowder toes
Its been months and no repose
After this, I'm covering up, see
After this I'm going into hiding
Into exile
I'm traveling long and far
To a place where I don't know the name
I'm driving this handle of whiskey
With a pistol pointed at my brain
I lost my bowels and I got the itch
Got a needle that's pointed at my vein
Tell my friends to keep the dream alive
'Cause after this I'm going into hiding
Into exile