Same in the End
Sublime Lyrics


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Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky
They give it up and they give it up and they give it up
But they never ask why
Daddy was a rollin', rollin' stone
He rolled away one day and he never came home

It ain't hard to understand
This ain't Hitler's master plan
What it takes to be a man
In my mind, in my brain
I roll it over like a steamin' freight train
It ain't hard to ascertain

You only see what you want to believe
When you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
That don't mean I can't hang
The day that I die
Will be the day that I shut my mouth and put down my guitar
Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
Get down on your knees and start to pray
Pray my itchy rash will go away

Back up y'all it ain't me
Kentucky Fried Chicken is all I see
It's a hella fine way to start your day
If I make you cry all night
Me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
It ain't personal, it ain't me

I only hear what you told me to be
I'm a backward-ass hillbilly
I'm Dick Butkus
You know I lie
I get mean, I'm a thief in the dark
I'm a ragin' machine
I'm a triple rectified ass son of a bitch
Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch
I can see for miles and miles and miles
My broken heart makes me smile

In my mind, in my brain
I go back and go completely insane
It ain't personal, it ain't me
If I make you cry I might
Be your daddy at the end of the night
Take a load from my big gun

You only see what you want to believe
When you creep from the back
I got tricks up my sleeve
Twenty four seven, devil's best friend




It makes no difference
It's all the same in the end

Overall Meaning

"Same in the End" by Sublime is a song that touches on various issues, including fatherlessness, drug use, and spirituality. The opening lines of the song provide the setting for the narrative, Mississippi, where people give up their dreams without questioning why. The songwriter draws a connection between this environment and the fatherlessness he experienced when his dad rolled away one day and never came back. The first verse goes on to reference Hitler's master plan, pointing out that it doesn't take that level of ruthlessness to be a man. The singer repeats several times that it "ain't personal, it ain't me," emphasizing his nihilistic worldview or dissociation from the world around him.


In the chorus, the singer again emphasizes people's tendency to see only what they want to believe. He suggests that he can still participate in life despite his disconnection, but ultimately, the only thing that will make him stop is death. The bridge finds the singer confessing a harsh truth - that he is a liar and a thief, and he enjoys breaking hearts. He calls himself a "ragin' machine" with a "broken heart." The song ends with a final chorus line that alludes to the inevitability of death and the pointlessness of life.


Line by Line Meaning

Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky
In Mississippi, it's hot and sunny all the time.


They give it up and they give it up and they give it up
The people in Mississippi work hard for what they have.


But they never ask why
However, they don't question their circumstances.


Daddy was a rollin', rollin' stone
The singer's dad was always on the move.


He rolled away one day and he never came home
One day, he left and never returned.


It ain't hard to understand
It's not difficult to comprehend.


This ain't Hitler's master plan
The situation isn't as bad as a world war orchestrated by Hitler.


What it takes to be a man
The qualities needed to be a man.


In my mind, in my brain
In the singer's thoughts and mind.


I roll it over like a steamin' freight train
He's constantly thinking about it, over and over again.


It ain't hard to ascertain
It's not difficult to figure out.


You only see what you want to believe
People only believe what they choose to see.


When you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
When people try to deceive others with their tricks.


That don't mean I can't hang
However, the singer is still able to keep up with them.


The day that I die
When he passes away.


Will be the day that I shut my mouth and put down my guitar
He'll stop speaking and playing his music.


Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
People go to the bar instead of church on Sundays.


Get down on your knees and start to pray
They still pray, just in a different setting.


Pray my itchy rash will go away
They also pray for mundane things like getting rid of an itch.


Back up y'all it ain't me
The singer is distancing himself from something that's happening.


Kentucky Fried Chicken is all I see
All he sees is fast food from the franchise KFC.


It's a hellified way to start your day
Eating that kind of food is terrible for one's health.


If I make you cry all night
If he makes someone cry all night.


Me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
He and his dad will get into a fight over it.


It ain't personal, it ain't me
It's not a personal matter for him.


I only hear what you told me to be
He only believes what he's told to think.


I'm a backward-ass hillbilly
He identifies with being a country bumpkin.


I'm Dick Butkiss
He's just someone who's not important.


You know I lie
He's admitting that he lies sometimes.


I get mean, I'm a thief in the dark
He can be aggressive and sneaky.


I'm a ragin' machine
He can become like a machine when he's upset.


I'm a triple rectified ass son of a bitch
He's a major jerk.


Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch
He has a rash on his butt that's bothering him.


I can see for miles and miles and miles
He has a lot of clarity about the situation.


My broken heart makes me smile
Even though his heart is broken, he's putting on a brave face.


In my mind, in my brain
He's still deep in thought and contemplation.


I go back and go completely insane
He becomes crazed when he thinks too much about it.


If I make you cry I might
He might be the one making someone cry.


Be your daddy at the end of the night
He'll be there to comfort them like a father would.


Take a load from my big gun
He'll take care of the situation for them.


Twenty four seven, devil's best friend
The devil is always working against them.


It makes no difference
It doesn't matter either way.


It's all the same in the end
No matter what happens, it's all the same result in the end.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Bradley James Nowell, Eric John Wilson, Floyd I. Gaugh IV

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@putorocks1

Down in Mississippi where the sun beats down from the sky
They give it up and they give it up and they give it up
But they never ask why
Daddy was a rollin', rollin' stone
He rolled away one day and he never came home

It ain't hard to understand
This ain't Hitler's master plan
What it takes to be a man
In my mind, in my brain
I roll it over like a steamin' freight train
It ain't hard to ascertain

You only see what you want to believe
When you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
That don't mean I can't hang
The day that I die
Will be the day that I shut my mouth and put down my guitar
Sunday morning hold church down at the bar
Get down on your knees and start to pray
Pray my itchy rash will go away

Back up y'all it ain't me
Kentucky Fried Chicken is all I see
It's a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night
Me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
It ain't personal, it ain't me

I only hear what you told me to be
I'm a backward-ass hillbilly
I'm Dick Butkiss
You know I lie
I get mean, I'm a thief in the dark
I'm a ragin' machine
I'm a triple rectified ass son of a bitch
Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch
I can see for miles and miles and miles
My broken heart makes me smile

In my mind, in my brain
I go back and go completely insane
It ain't personal, it ain't me
If I make you cry I might
Be your daddy at the end of the night
Take a load from my big gun

You only see what you want to believe
When you creep from the back
I got tricks up my sleeve
Twenty four seven, devil's best friend
It makes no difference
It's all the same in the end



@nightowels

[Verse 1]
Down in Mississippi, where the sun beats down from the sky
They give it up, and they give it up, and they give it up but they never ask why
Daddy was a rollin', rollin' stone
He rolled away one day and he never came home

[Chorus 1]
It ain't hard to understand
This ain't Hitler's master plan
What it takes to be a man
Ooh, in my mind, in my brain
I roll it over like a steamin' freight train
It ain't hard to ascertain

[Verse 2]
You only see what you want to believe
When you light up in the back with those tricks up your sleeve
That don't mean I can't hang
Day that I die will be the day that I
Shut my mouth and put down my guitar
Sunday morning, hold church down at the bar
Get down on your knees and start to pray, oh
Pray my itchy rash will go away, ow

[Chorus 2]
Back up y'all, it ain't me
Kentucky Fried Chicken is all I see
It's a hellified way to start your day
If I make you cry all night
Me and daddy gonna have a fist fight
It ain't personal, it ain't me

[Verse 3]
I only hear what you told me to be
I'm a backward-ass hillbilly, I'm Dick Butkus
You know I lie, I get mean
I'm a thief in the dark, I'm a ragin' machine
I'm a triple-rectified-ass son of a bitch
Rec-tite on my ass and it makes me itch
I can see for miles, and miles, and miles, oh
My broken heart makes me smile

[Chorus 3]
In my mind, in my brain
I go back, I go completely insane
It ain't personal, it ain't me
If I make you cry, I might
Be your daddy at the end of the night
Take a load from my big gun

[Verse 4]
You only see what you want to believe
When you creep from the back, I got tricks up my sleeve
24/7, devil's best friend
Makes no difference, it's all same in the end



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@WestCoastKing89

You never know how much you miss good music until you listen to good music. RiP Brad

@KingSilly

Rip Brad and Lou Dog.
At least they're finally back together, and Brad is playin his guitar on a way bigger stage.

@eddieperez2596

Hell yeah

@johnnymiller3174

Maybe Lou Dog is on that stage singing with him.

@terrysteele4428

Lou dog is not dead

@terrysteele4428

Nevermind

@jameson80

Nice!

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@jwilson86

Brad's the only dude who could pull off love handles.

@buckshot170

Rockin that dad bod

@waltersobchak7275

@@buckshot170 you're right though

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