80 miles in a pub truck I was on my way to scraping off the curves as I'm stepped on your chains or a dimly song You and I we talked over toast We discussing everything we know, we know Then you got into my car in a drove y'all Hmm, salvation with a pump ache A fucking band is where I put my faith I know servants who are men with a green brain face Oh, I know I know I know I know Oh, I know I know I know I know I know Turned worried in a fat lip Put on the cars and heard that my God bit A fucking cop wouldn't tell me anything Inside water I was combing toaus It's when I knew that God he weaved with joyous to choke So I quit another job and I hit the road Oh, down nation with a full sprint See I was never shown away to handle this I know servants who are men with a symbolitix 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 the bag of demands I can't want this I can't want this I crawled to something with the laugh of the plans I'm not helpless, I'm not in helpless I'm not the victim if I don't take a stand I don't want this, I can't want this I can't want this