Daddy wanted me to leave it
Indiana, Indiana in the cold
Said "you know you really don't need it
leave the fame for the road."
I remember when I was-a-leaving
I was only six years old.
Oh how my heart was beatin'
'bout ready to explode.
One shot, honey. Collect it all
the dust inside the rusted souls.
You should get a ride 'cause you can't control
The heart that beats into the bone.
Come on my combat chameleon, give it up.
You've got your life to attend to, bu*tercup.
You're entertaining the talk that is told through
the teeth of the mouths of the million dying to meet you.
Little do they know..