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
