Poppa was a rolling stone,
Never had no moss on it,
Led me down this broken path,
With nothing but rocks on it,
Kick the can down the road,
Strip a man of his gold,
It’s hard to scream,
When the devils hands are on your throat,
Make them scream,
Make them scream,
Make them scream,
You’ll do anything to
get live for your fcking dreams,
Make them bleed,
Make them bleed,
Make them bleed,
You’ll do anything to
provide for your fcking seeds,
It’s a cold world,
Just you and ole girl,
Try to ride the wave and
hold on like bull durham,
Your soul searching,
Down at the bottom like cold urchin,
The biggest fish in the sea
but here with no purpose,
Make them see,
Make them see,
Make them see,
You’re a visionary reporting
live from the cemetery,
Make them breathe,
Make them breathe,
Make them breathe,
I’ve never felt more alive
then when I’m on this beat.
