I stare at old pictures Think about the boys we were When I could still quote scripture And he'd partake of the earth We weren't pathetic Po' Folks Just a faded six of spades Society was the cold spokes That smacked us in the face I said: Stay in place In cobwebs of my abused brain It was North Caroline The last time that I saw his face 'Fore he pissed away his prime No matter how I try tô fight He drops into my dreams The nightmare veers towards violence And I'm awakened by the scenes And tô think It was almost a good day I almost didn't feel pain I almost didn't hear a train I almost didn't let it rain I almost thought that I was sane I almost thought that this could change I almost thought it was a dream God, it was a good day He was balanced on a bar stool Slammin' Xanax down with beer Struggling not tô argue With the demon in his ear That friend told him with a crooked grin I need your help tonight You just give me a hand you'll make eight grand But my brother just declined For a time Só like a rattlesnake life bends and shakes And fate ain't always kind When your mouth is filled with fatal fangs And there's poison in your mind Só they slithered inside and SOS were fired In the roof and in the floor They got the loot and moved their boots Straight through a jailhouse door And what's more God, it was a good day He almost didn't feel pain He almost didn't hear a train He almost didn't let it rain He almost thought that he was sane He almost thought that he could change He almost thought it was a dream John it was a good day Now it ain't Só I stare at old pictures Think about the men we'll be I bust open these blisters And pray for his release