My life was just an old routine
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor
Sit there in my pickup truck and pray
I couldn't even tell I was alive

As soon as Jesus turned his back I'd find my way across the track
Every day the same damn thing
I tell you the high cost of livin'

Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
Hell, I can't even tell if I'm alive
I didn't have to think or talk or feel
With my back against that damn eight ball
Every day the same damn thing
And it just never seemed to point the way
Layin' in that motel bed watchin' as the cops kicked in the door
But I traded that for cocaine and a whore
That one that I was locked up in just yesterday
My whole life went through my head
She never asked, she knew I'd be hanging with my wilder friends
My life is just an old routine
To get by on no food or sleep and crazy was becoming my new norm

Of all the things I had and threw away
Lookin' just to score another deal
My life was just an old routine
I couldn't even tell I was alive
And sleep right through the calm before the storm
Looking for some other way to fly
I had a job and a piece of land, my sweet wife was my best friend
Every day the same damn thing
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high

I tell you the high cost of livin'
And three days straight was no big feat
With my new found sobriety I've got the time to sit and think

This prison is much colder than

That Southern Baptist parking lot is where I'd go to smoke my pot

I tell you the high cost of livin'
Just leave that stuff alone
And staring at that giant cross just reminded me that I was lost
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
I tell you the high cost of livin'