Me and Big Dave we're just trying to stay upright We were chasin' white lines and warpin' our minds last night We were killin' the time though we sure didn't know it Hutin' down rhymes with a Kentucky poet Me and Big Dave we're just trying to stay alive There's some folks around town that might cuss our names down to the floor They might claim that we're loners, no-account stoners and more It's the same kind of people that claim to be chosen Their ears made of stone and their tongues made of poison The doctrine they preach has got nothin' that they can teach me Well, I don't know if they've hate the same kind of hate that I do Well, he knows that I know that he's been cut down by it too Well, people get talkin' 'bout things that we uses I ain't into business of makin' excuses Me and Big Dave we're just trying to stay alive This whole world's full of ghosts that I believe most folks can't see A particular demon's reason with Big Dave and me