PAN-Square One/Randy Armstrong

When the world pronounced me dead Put me in the grave The cut off my legs It was not long I couldn't hold my mouth I ran my head I ran my head It's strange to be around again Things might have killed me But not the b*****d in the skies I was f*****g with the plan Asking for it all, Call it karma or guilt Being dragged down the road Call it wisdom or ignorance But it's still alive And it's in me now And it lives and breathes But, I can't give a f**k I've got a big mouth And there's a lot to learn From a bottle of whiskey It's where you come from (the south) A remedy to the curse Cold turkey, drop the bomb On harder wares control Suspend above, become one Look at what's around It may piss you off It might be s**t But I just can't lie around Feeling sorry for myself I could care less (from w**d and whiskey) I fell in front of my friends I dropped out in front of the world You call that supernatural? I ain't Black wings will weather your flight For some there's no second time Following paths of your life I stepped off the mountain to the sky Watch your a** no It's where you come from It's where you come from