I'm way passed tired, angry and fired-up
Can't catch a break at all
I'm so beyond the mystery, the religion and scene policy
'Hip To Be Square' 'Down In A Hole'
The half-hearted politics, the late-night gossip
Sometimes I'd rather be gone
But something inside of me, keeps on driving me
And I know I'll never run
At night I sleep on a bed of nails
While my soul's on a bed of coals
Too old to die young waitin' on my second wind
But I'll hear ya callin' my name again
The endless self-abuse, anguished and feelin' used
Some days I'd rather be dead
The never-ending raking grind, losing my precious time
Have I wasted my life?
The self-indulgent piracy, the closed door hypocrisy
Some days I'd rather be gone
But something inside of me, keeps on gnawing at me
And I know I'll never run
At night I sleep on a bed of nails
While my soul's on a bed of coals
Too old to die young waitin' on my second wind
But I'll hear ya callin' my name again
There's one thing I know is true I don't owe a thing to you
'Cause I ain't got a damn thing to prove
At night I sleep on a bed of nails
While my soul's on a bed of coals
Too old to die young waitin' on my second wind
But I'll hear ya callin' my name again
At night I sleep on a bed of nails
While my soul's on a bed of coals
Too old to die young waitin' on my second wind
But I'll hear ya callin' my name again
Too old to die young waitin' on my second wind
But I'll hear ya callin' my name again