Twenty-five years
Down the Rabbit Hole
To get what you can
Boy, you sell your soul now
Or start turning into stone
No time to show them what wrong or right is
Just left to their own devices
And growing up alone
I ain't gonna put the blame on anybody else
Made our bad decisions
And got lost all by ourselves
Ain't like no nicotine or whiskey on my breath
Why feel the woe when this is all that's left?
They don't know how to work
Just chasin' those dreams
Double-tappin' on love
Ain't chasing golden streams
And not learning how to run
And the black dogs get while the getting's good
We all watch the club
But we don't watch under the hood
While we hold the smoking gun
(One, two, three, four)
I ain't gonna put the blame on anybody else
Made our bad decisions
And got lost all by ourselves
Ain't like no nicotine or whiskey on my breath
Why feel the woe when this is all that's left? (Ow)
We spent twenty-five years
Down the Rabbit Hole
To get what we can
Before we sell our souls now
Or start turning into stone
And I ain't gonna put the blame on anybody else
We made our bad decisions
And we got lost all by ourselves
It ain't like no nicotine or whiskey on my breath
Why feel the woe when this is all that's left?
Why feel the woe when this is all that's left?
Why feel the woe when this is all that's left?
