Who needs this life? So you found out what's behind that maybe 'Bout him and your old lady So you put her down to sleep In the back of her old Chevy pickup Bloodstains and runny makeup All wrapped up in a sheet Well, you drink a beer and grab a shove Oh, and try to find your keys Oh, and you make a trip in brooding silence From Garland to Mesquite Try to make yourself forget the things that you had shared before it all got ugly Before she started spreading her legs for another man Drinking whiskey in your trailer, blue eyes are getting paler A bottle bandage, a half, a sandwich and then It's time to drink a beer and grab a shove Oh, and try to find your keys Oh, and you make a trip in brooding silence From Garland to Mesquite Well, it's a simple thing And no, it doesn't matter, matter A bullet in his brain And you can watch it splatter, splatter Oh, you think it's over but in truth it's just about to start It's not the brain, it's a matter of the heart Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, and when you see it splatter You'll find it doesn't matter You close your eyes, you hold your breath And in the end it doesn't really matter, matter, matter, matter