Maxed Out Songtext
von Bayker Blankenship

Fancy four men down the road
Hell, my hands are getting cold
This winter′s really gotta grip on me
I'm getting tired of this town
But I ain′t got any money to make any ground
Another lonely night down at the bar

'Cause I'm getting into fights, and I′m falling hard
Maxing out one more credit card
What′s this lift worth living for?
Going to jail, I can't pay my bail
Jack and Coke won′t let me think for myself
Should have never reached for that bottle on the shelf


She's the reason I started it all
Lord, she′s praying on my downfall
Hoping I'll never make it off this town
She won′t leave me alone
Most evenings all I do is sit at home
Think about the girl I've done right or wrong

She's got my heart tied in a knot
Will I make it out? No, probably not
All I got left to do is sit here and drink
Another lonely night down at the bar

′Cause I′m getting into fights, and I'm falling hard
Maxing out one more credit card
What′s this lift worth living for?
I'm going to jail, I can′t pay my bail
Jack and Coke won't let me think for myself
Should have never reached for that bottle on the shelf

Should have never reached for that bottle on the shelf