another night a budweiser in bed having a fight with one of the guys in my head if love is bread consider me poor why do all roads lead to betty ford i was on my way success in my hand vh1 had set up its cam bands on the run played out like before i was stupid sloppy drunk for most of the tour just another night a budweiser in bed having a fight with one of the guys in my head if love is bread consider me poor why do all roads lead to betty ford one night after the band went out for dim sum my roadie she kicked it on bad opium she cooked her brains like the work she worked for if only shed held out till the end of the tour see the last off this bus maid was bettys door i was on my way success with my band vh1 kept rolling its cam behind the music played out like before i was famous detox in on bettys floor some of these stories will do go rehab worked out now im taking it slow another night a st johns wort in bed the guys in my head well now theyre all dead i do yoga by the fire now im i do deepak chopra instead of doing blow