Lyrics
I don't want to go to work in the morning
And I don't want to go to sleep
I don't want to go to Hell when I die
I pray the good Lord my soul to keep
But it's hard to keep it moving
When you're walking on bloody stumps
I'm just two miles from where I'm going
And it just became
An all day hump
Think I oughta move to Nashville
But I don't want to leave LA
'Cause I can ride my motorcycle there
Twenty-four hours a day
But it's time that I got it moving
'Cause I got a mouth to feed
Feels like there's nothing, now
Below my ankles
So I'll just let 'em bleed
Yeah, I'll just
Let 'em
Bleed