‎I was dancing with the devil; I was singing dirty songs. Pulling whiskey from the bottle, till the early break of dawn. Oh, my gorgeous arizona, here’s to getting caught with you. I was running with the wolves; I was howling at the moon. I felt lonely, lost, and stranded; I felt down and torn apart. With no cash left in my pockets, just a shitty fortune card. Hear that strength will find you sooner than you ever thought it would. Then the pain will turn to anger, move to joy, so now I’m good. And i’m one pack of smokes from broke, I can tell I won’t make it alone. So, i’ll keep on fighting, yeah, i’ll keep on fighting. In the end, will you sink, will you float? When you’re one pack of smokes from broke. I’m just one pack of smokes from broke.