Making a Mess

I was raised in a faraway land

Tryin' to be number one

Dad used to tell me Whatever you do

Never let go 'till you're done

I was fighting as anyone

I was twisted around

I was broke just as anyone

On the way way down

Raise your hand it's to kill or to bless

Who needs a crown when your head's on the ground

Let me out I'm just makin' a mess

Chip on my shoulder and look on my face

Changin' my life on the fly

Too late to make it and too late to stop

Too late to figure out why

I can make you as anyone

I can twist you around

I can break you as anyone

On the way way down

Raise your hand it's to kill or to bless

Who needs a crown when your head's on the ground

Let me out I'm just makin' a mess

The wind of sadness can shade the heart of gold

I'm gonna leave it all behind

I'm prayin' for a break if I could face the world

Without sadness on my mind

Oh raise your hand it's to kill or to bless

Who needs a crown when your head's on the ground

Oh raise your hand it's to kill or to bless

Who needs a crown when your head's on the ground

Let me out I'm just makin' a mess