Make promises I can't know

I kissed the ring, my lips are sore

Cut from the cloth where the grass ain't green

I'm not the type that gets to dream, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I know that I need

I stay on my feet

'Til I'm six feet deep

I lie through gold teeth

I know that I need

They won't bleed for me

Make promises I can't know

I kissed the ring, my lips are sore

Cut from the cloth where the grass ain't green

I'm not the type gets to dream, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

I know that I need

I stay on my feet

'Til I'm six feet deep

I lie through gold teeth

I know that I need

They won't bleed for me

I know that I need

I stay on my feet

'Til I'm six feet deep

I lie through gold teeth

I know that I need

They won't bleed for me

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah