Eighty miles in a pup truck I was on my way to scrapin´ off the cuffs Had some stepped-on shit, so I did me some And you and I, we talked over toast Mm, rediscussin´ everything we know, we know
Then you got into my car and I drove you home
Oh, salvation with a pump fake Oh, a fuckin´ band is where I put my faith But I ain´t no servant to a man with a green, green face
Trantwood and a fat lip Put on the cuffs and heard that Mike got bit A fuckin´ copper wouldn´t tell me anything In tidewater, I was comatose That´s when I knew that gaudy wave was just a choke And so I quit another job and I hit the road
Oh, damnation in a full sprint See, I was never shown a way to handle this But I ain´t no servant to a man dressed in politics
I saw you comin´ with the gun in your hands I can´t want this, I can´t want this I saw you comin´ with a bag of demands (I saw you comin´) I can´t want this (Can´t want this) I can´t want this (Can´t want) I crawl to somethin´ with an eye full of plans I´m not helpless, I´m not helpless (I need to, I need to) I´m not the victim if I don´t take a stand I can´t want this, I can´t want this (I need to)