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 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 can't want this, I can't want this I crawl to somethin' with an eye full of plans I'm not helpless, I'm not helpless (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