Nelsonwood Lane - Matt Maeson

80 miles in a puck truck

I was on my way to scraping off the cups

Had some stepped on shit so I did me some

You and I we talked over toast

Re-discussing everything we know we know

Then you got into my car then I drove you home

Oh salvation with a pump fake

Oh a fucking band is where I put my faith

I ain’t no father 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

Tied while I was comatose

I swear I knew that guy that waved was just a choke

So I quit another job and I hit the road

Oh damnation and a full sprint

See I was never shown a way to handl this

But I ain’t no serpent to a man dressd in politics

I saw you coming with the gun in your hands

I can’t this

I can’t this

I saw you coming with a bag of demands

I can’t this

I can’t this

I crawl to something with a life full of plans

I’m not helpless

I’m not helpless

I’m not that little if I don’t take a stand

I can’t this

I can’t this

I can’t this

I can’t this