AFTERMATH USA, DRIVEBY TRUCKERS

    When I crawled out of bed this morning
    I could tell something wasn't right
    There were cigarettes in the ashtrays
    They weren't your menthol lights
    There were beer bottles in the kitchen
    And broken glass on the floor
    Someone must have slipped me something
    Passed out a couple days before

    The car was in the carport sideways
    Big dent running down the side
    Never seen anything as frightening
    As when I took a look inside
    Smell of musk and deception
    Heel marks on the roof-line
    Bad music on the stereo
    All the seats in recline

    The aftermath staring me right in the face
    I'll get around to breaking even one of these days

    My credit cards have all been maxed out
    The meat in my freezer all thawed
    The IRS laid the facts out
    It's all worse than I thought
    The welfare lady said enough is enough
    The kids ain't been to school in weeks

    Crystal-meth in the bathtub
    Blood splattered in my sink
    Laying around in the aftermath
    It's all worse than you think