Nelsonwood Lane

80 miles in a puck truck
I was on my way to scraping off the cups
Had some stepped on shit so I did me some
You and I we talked over toast
Re-discussing everything we know we know
Then you got into my car then I drove you home
Oh salvation with a pump fake
Oh a fucking band is where I put my faith
I ain’t no father to a man with a green green face
Trentwood and a fat lip
Put on the cuffs and heard that mike got bit
A fucking copper wouldn’t tell me anything
Tied while I was comatose
I swear I knew that guy that waved was just a choke
So I quit another job and I hit the road
Oh damnation and a full sprint
See I was never shown a way to handl this
But I ain’t no serpent to a man dressd in politics
I saw you coming with the gun in your hands
I can’t this
I can’t this
I saw you coming with a bag of demands
I can’t this
I can’t this
I crawl to something with a life full of plans
I’m not helpless
I’m not helpless
I’m not that little if I don’t take a stand
I can’t this
I can’t this
I can’t this
I can’t this