Vigilantes Of Love - Version Of The Truth lyrics

Spend your life Search the world over Jump headfirst into your savage disorder Scratch your head after every wrong choice Lose your life trying to find your voice Front porch when the storm came through Took down some trees Tore off some roofs Exposed all my grubby little roots Hurricane force I've seen the proof Fist too tight Tongue too loose Up on my soapbox with my poor excuse Everybody's got their version of the truth Record business Nothing to regret Only sales projections and figures not met Hear you did something for me long ago Well, what was your name again, and how much do I owe you?