Another night
A budweiser in bed
Having a fight
With one of the guys in my head
If love is bread
Consider me poor
Why do all roads
Lead to betty ford
I was on my way
Success in my hand
Vh1 had set up its cam
Bands on the run
Played out like before
I was stupid sloppy drunk
For most of the tour
Just another night
A budweiser in bed
Having a fight
With one of the guys in my head
If love is bread
Consider me poor
Why do all roads
Lead to betty ford
One night after the band
Went out for dim sum
My roadie she kicked it
On bad opium
She cooked her brains
Like the work she worked for
If only shed held out
Till the end of the tour
See the last off this bus maid
Was bettys door
I was on my way
Success with my band
Vh1 kept rolling its cam
Behind the music
Played out like before
I was famous detox
In on bettys floor
Some of these stories
Will do go
Rehab worked out
Now im taking it slow
Another night
A st johns wort in bed
The guys in my head
Well now theyre all dead
I do yoga by the fire
I do deepak chopra
Instead of doing blow