S.O.S.

I'm feeling on top of the world
I'm feeling like i can't do wrong
I'm thinking everything is fine
I'm caught up in the smokin mirrors

People that you think are your friends
Might be the people that want to drag you down
You've got to look out for yourself tonight
Don't get lost in the smokin' mirrors

Line after line, time after time
It's the same old sad story
He's lost- he's out of his fucking mind
It's the same old sad story
He's lost...

I'm trippin'
I'm over the edge
I'm falling and i got no wings
I'm praying, i'm making through tonight
I'm caught up in the smokin' mirrors
Living in a prison's cell i'm strung out in downtown hell
I'm looking for myself tonight
I got lost in the smokin' mirrors

Line after line, time after time
It's the same old sad story
He's lost- he's out of his fucking mind
It's the same old sad story
He's lost...

This is an S.O.S.
This is an S.O.S.
This is an S.O.S.
This is an S.O.S.
This is an S.O.S.
This is an S.O.S.

It's the same old sad story
He's lost- he's out of his fucking mind
It's the same old sad story
He's lost- he's out of his fucking mind

Out of his mind, doing the time
Walking the line, doing the time

This is an S.O.S.
This is an S.O.S.
This is an S.O.S.
This is an S.O.S.
This is an S.O.S.
This is an S.O.S.