But you try, don't you? You try, don't you? Just wanna die, don't you, when she runs? You can't make a woman sleep alone You can't tell her nothing she don't know Take a year and go back home Where the wind comes sweeping through the plains You ain't

Mark my words, I won't back down You know nothing, when you tell me That I worship a fabricated story in the sky Throwing away decency because you can't grasp The life of peace and the voice of potency Your words are wasted on me I feel His breath and