Cliff Tullis - Quesadillas for Breakfast Lyrics

I wish I had money in my pocket
I wish I had bones in my back
I wish I had your heart in a locket
I wanna cross the finish line
But I don't wanna run the
Track

Check my sunny disposition
Check that the door has a lock
Wake up to a brand new position
You can drink away the time
But you'll never outrun the
Clock

Clock
Clock
Clock
Clock

Cause I live off quesadillas for breakfast
I'm crossing death row off of my checklist
I've had my time to stop and think
I'm gonna wash my hair in the kitchen sink

You can fall in line with what they're saying
Wipe all of that mud off your face
Change the way your tombstone is laying
You can pray all you want
But it won't stop you falling from
Grace

Cause I live off quesadillas for breakfast
My lungs exploding right out of my chest and
My black boots are walking on me
Find an excuse or find me some peace

Uh dawg
C'mon