So what becomes of the load?
You pin that f**er down
All the load still remain
Look to the sky there�s a fire
The hope that summer brings
Take him down, drag him round
And it's hard to; win anything on the Jesus wheel
And it's hard for you, to win anything on the Jesus wheel
And under starlight I will come to life
I will not tow the line
And through my blood line
Out of my mind�s I, I will not socialize
And it's hard to; win anything on the Jesus wheel
And it's hard for you, to win anything on the Jesus wheel
So what becomes of the load?
You spin that f**er round
All the load still remains
Look to the sky there�s a fire
The chill November brings
Take him down, drag him round
And it's hard to; win anything on the Jesus wheel
And it's hard for you, to win anything on the Jesus wheel
On the Jesus wheel
On the Jesus wheel