Look who came by my house just for drinking;
The boy that's passed out right there on my floor
Well it seems like he has changed
Something is missing from his voice
Must be a hard time to be that
Good looking boy
On summer days I'd watch him play for hours
Scattering shoes and socks and balls and toys
On storm days I'd watch him dance in the thunder showers
Now it's a hard time to be that
Good looking boy
Well he walked in crooked and he used to walk straight
He got a little glitch now in his gate
A little bitty switch now when he walks
A little bit of crazy when he talks
He said fuck is god, his hometown, and his country
They only love you bound and gagged down upon your knees
Ain't gonna kneel no more or bow my head
I won't search I won't destroy
Well it's a hard time to be that
Good looking boy
Well you can't get high if we hide your dope
You can't get hung if we cut your rope
You can't get cut if we take your blade
You gotta get straight if you wanna get paid
He don't wanna sleep cause he don't wanna dream
Don't wanna go back to where he already been
He want's to forget everyone he's known
All he's read and ever been told
Well look who came by my house just for drinking:
The boy that used to sabotage my days
Well he sat up startled in the grass and said
He hears voices screaming from the soil
It's a hard time to be that good looking boy
And it's a hard time to have the heart of a family man
But it's a good time to have the hands of a working man
No matter how you toil
But it's a hard time to be my
Good looking boy
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