[Intro] Wastin' away in Memphis, same old southern city A fella sits on a bar stool, sippin' his final whiskey The bartender wipes the sticky rings, the jukebox softly plays A tale of self destruction, told through these hazy, dyin' days [Instrumental] . [Verse 1] Jamie was a quiet boy, he grew up with a hidden scar His daddy was a war hero, but a hero from afar He learned to keep his feelin's locked in boxes in his chest Told himself that, men don't cry, and put his tears to rest [Instrumental] . [Verse 2] Jamie was a quiet drone, he climbed the corporate ladder A suit and tie, a polished lie, each day he'd climb and shatter He'd charm the room, then walk alone back to his empty flat And stare into the mirror, hatin' the man always starin' back [Verse 3] Jamie was deeply broken, and Jamie, he fell hard For a voice inside his troubled skull That told him he would never make it far Every night he'd drink alone, he'd let the monster through He'd replay every failure 'til the sky turned black and blue He never stood a chance His demon led the dance [Instrumental] . [Verse 4] "Jamie, why you always shit?" "Jamie, why don't you fuckin' quit?" The voice inside his head berates Hissin' full of hate He's been drinkin' bourbon again, and it's gettin' rather late He stands by his bedside And he shakes As it lists off his every flaw, and every last mistake "Jamie, kill yourself, Jamie!" "Jamie, end it all today!" He stays silent The voice grows more violent [Guitar Solo: Frenetic, Aggressive] . [Verse 5] In a southern city, a bar grows dingy A man stumbles to his car He's runnin' out of time His liver screams, his vision blurs Self hatred clouds his mind "You're a fuckin' disgrace!" "A waste of space!" "Jamie, just fuckin' die!" The voice whispers... ..."Take that final drive!" [Instrumental] . [Verse 6] Starin' at the rearview mirror, Jamie broke his silence, and he cried "If I'm to die right here tonight, I'll take that final ride!" The mirror cracked, the headlights dimmed, the demon finally grinned As Jamie's world turned to black, and the bottle won again [Instrumental] . [Outro] Memphis, same old southern city A man lies on the cold midnight road He's finally feelin' fine A tragedy, or the only peace his haunted mind could find A final note beside his hand... ...an empty bottle of shine [Fade Out] .