80 miles in a pub 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 Rediscussing everything we know, we know And 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 Trent Wood and a fat lip Put on the cuffs and heard the mic got bit A fucking copper wouldn't tell me anything I tied what I was comatose I swear I knew that Gotti wave was just a joke You're sure 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 can't want this, I can't want this I crawled or something with it I flew the planes, I'm not helpless I'm not helpless I'm not the victim if I don't take a stand I can't want this, I can't want this I can't want this, I can't want this