Texty: The Distillers. Distilla Truant.

I don't know why you come here
I don't know what you want from me
Everybody says you use me

Oh, why did you take that
Oh, why did you make me
I'm the one who's suffering, for you

Yeah, what do you think
I bet you would die for your country
Sit here and bleed

Oh, she fell, I hate you
Why?