BGM: Sitting in a bar and rehabilitating the bartender, I really did it this time, bartender. I'm really lucky this time. I escaped from prison to have fun. It was 6 o'clock in the morning when I got home. It was already 6 o'clock in the morning. The door was locked, so I kicked it open. I kicked the door open and she tripped over the bill. She stepped on the money all over the floor. Then she took a lot of drugs. I think she was drugged. She threatened me in the yard. She threw my things into the yard. She called me a beggar and slapped me hard. She called me a beggar and hit me hard. When I was drunk, I did what I should have done but didn't. Now I'm sitting here, talking to you, getting drunk and running away. Now I'm sitting here, talking to you and drinking. I'm a fugitive. I'm sitting in a bar. I'm drinking in the bar and waiting for my car outside. Smash that shit and walk away. Smash that shit and run away. You know I could get ten years. You know I may go to jail for 10 years, so please leave me alone. They haven't arrived yet, so give me the bar as much as possible before * * comes. Yes, I know the sun is up, and you may be ready to close. I know the sun is rising. You may have to close the door, but I'm trying to drown my soul. I'm tired of this life on the dirt road, but I want to drown my soul. I'm tired of this dirty life, everything I love has disappeared, and I'm tired of persistence. Everything I love is gone. I'm tired of wandering around [chorus] She made me sit in a bar. She found me drinking in the bar, waiting for my car outside, waiting to catch my police car. She broke my heart in the trailer park, which broke my heart. So I stole her damn car keys, took her broken car keys, hit the broken car, walked away, and crushed the broken car. I think it's destiny takes a hand. I think it means that romance is painful and romantic is bitter. Memories stop here. Now I'm going to prison. I stand in front of the prison and look at me. TV, watch me on TV. I am dangerous in the next police series. In the next police movie, I am the protagonist. I think I should do something about my anger, but I will never learn it, but I will never have this chance again. I don't care about everything in reality. Our kerosene is painted on everything I love, and I pour gasoline on everything I love by watching it burn. Watching it burn, you know it's my fault, but I'm not happy that it's over. You know it's my fault, but I ended up with no good end. She threatened to lose her temper, so I hit that bastard Nova. She gave me a chance. So I drove to crush the shit, and then I ran away, and now I'm going back. Now I'm going back to the prison to see my friends, and I'm going back to the prison to see my friends when we all leave that country van. Squeeze it out They'll ask me where I went. I was drinking in the bar inside, and I was waiting for my car outside, waiting to catch my police car. She broke my heart in the trailer park, broke my heart. Stole the key of her broken car, I took the key of her broken car, crashed it, then walked away, crashed it and ran away. I sat in a bar inside, I drank in the bar, and I waited for my car outside, waiting to catch my police car. You know I crashed it. That garbage, you know, I crushed that garbage and then I walked away. Yes, I walked away. You know I hit that stupid car, and then I walked away. ...