Try to stay hungry
With something to speak
Looked out my window

Whose after me

Give up my heart

It's too much guilt
Gazed out my window
Someone's scared of me


Hey lord show me
Too many people are after me

Oh lord show me
Too many people are mocking me


Cut off my hands
Let it bleed
I've got a crate of gold inside of me

Get it straight
I'm not a jail
And little folks don't bother me

Get it straight now
I'm not a saint


Hey lord show me
Too many people are mocking me
Oh lord show me

Too many people are mocking me

Mocking me...