Texty: Warrior Soul. Chill Pill. I Want Some.

You think ya know but you don't know
Where I'm goin' , Man I don't care
Life's a bitch, and I'm sick of it
The arm is out, and I'm gonna hit

Drivin' out on the country road
I'm blowin' out the rotten sky
To the horror of my company
I must pretend that I cannot cry

Oh, Woe Woe Woe

The wretched crime of the pissing show
To preach to those who don't understand
A gorgeous view for the privileged few
The sacred life attained by someone else

Oh, Woe Woe Woe