I had to leave the country
Though there was some nice folk there
And now I don't know where I'm going
All I know is I'll hit the ground running
Bony cowboys and southern gentlemen
Betting women that'll never bend
They ride the roads 'til they bend
'Til they bend, to their dead ends
I was raised in a pit of snakes
Blink your eyes, I was raised on cake
I couldn't memorize a century of slang
Or tell the same story again and again and again
Bitterness ---- is a low of sin
Bitter man rots from within
I've seen his smile, yellow and brown
Bitterness ---- has brought him down
Hit the ground running
Hit the ground running
Hit the ground running