Dreamin' Buck.

I won a one way ticket to hell in a handbasket.
It seems like I got it made, and then I begin to feel
like I'd give up all my winnings for another chance to spin the wheel.
I don't know if I have a prayer or a hope in Heaven,
all I know is that I'm afraid to read my horoscope.
It makes me wanna holler or at least let out a yell.
I'd give up my next life if I thought that it would help.
I don't wanna play no more, I just wanna get to sleep,
'cause most likely sleep will let me forget about the other people
that haven't been able to make me stop feeling
like the demons are hiding behind the walls and in the ceiling.
My catcher always told me, "You can't hit what you can't see."