Texty: Black Crowes. Sting Me (Slow Version).

If you feel like a riot, then don't you deny it
Put your good foot forward
No need for heroics I just want you to show it
Now's the time to shine

Your independence is a half ass deliverance
The train has left that station
The recognition of the same old condition
Your symptoms showing through

Well, regardless of the truth
You still act so aloof
In the face of a judge and jury
You got the nerve to say not guilty

Can you sting me, can you sting me
Can you sting me, can you sting me
Right to my rotten bones, yeah, rotten bones

Well, the bells ring out for the crimes of the century
Courtesy of your mother
Where the signs reads, 'Welcome to the valley of discovery'
Look at what money can buy

Sons and daughters better open your eyes
Tell me what you're seeing
This is submission is a tired tradition
It's everyone's sacrifice

Well believe you me
I've got nothing up my sleeve
Except this heart and a chip on my shoulder
Yes ya, I'm young and don't like getting older

Can you sting me, can you sting me
Can you sting me, can you sting me
Right to my rotten bones

Ooh, come on my sweet little thing
What new things can you show me today
I got one question I believe it's subjective
What is a wasp without her sting?

I don't need to sound bitter
But you touch me just like murder
Living ain't so easy
When all I want from you is to sting me

Can you sting me, can you sting me
Can you sting me, can you sting me
Can you sting me, can you sting me
Can you sting me, can you sting me
(You want to, want to sting me)