Nelsonwood Lane

80 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

You and I, we talked over toast

Mm, re-discussin' 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)

I can't want this, I can't want this