Nelsonwood Lane

Eighty miles in a pup truck
I was on my way to scraping off the cups
Had some stepped-on shit so I did me some
And you and I, we talked over toast
Mmm, re-discussing everything we know, we know
Then you got into my car and I drove you home

Oh, salvation with a pump fake
Oh, a fucking band is where I put my faith
But I ain't no servant 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
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 coming with a gun in your hands
I can't want this, I can't want this
I saw you coming with a bag of demands (I saw you comin')
I can't want this, I can't want this (can't want this)
I crawl to something with a life 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