Tekster: Black Label Society. Sonic Brew. World Of Trouble.

Two, three, four
I drank all my fuckin' brew and I ain't got no more

Feeling so damn tired
Running on desperate fumes
For the end is always near, now
Empty handed it's always soon

Psychocise me terrify me
Jeopardizing all that's mine
Megolamize me certify me
On my knees until I cry

Lord only knows
Where I've gone
Lord only knows
Where I've been

In a world of trouble again
Worries streaming 'round the bend
In a world of trouble again
Worries streaming 'round the bend

Treat me like a dog, now
Knowing I won't turn
Blind me like a slave, now
Cast down no concern

Psychocise me terrify me
Jeopardizing all that's mine
Megolamize me certify me
On my knees until I cry

Lord only knows
Where I've gone
Lord only knows
Where I've been

In a world of trouble again
Worries streaming 'round the bend
In a world of trouble again
Worries streaming 'round the bend