Nutshell

I grew up in the country
Listening to all types of music
Anything from Hank Jr
To Eminem but one thing that was jammed in
My neck of the woods was Alice In Chains
And the way Layne Staley sang grabbed you
And made you listen to what he was saying it
Made you actually feel the words and that
Inspires me to write about what I feel and
I want people just to hear it

And we chase misprinted lies
And we face that path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight this battle all alone
No one to cry to, no place to call home

Oooh oooh oooh oooh

My gift of self is raped
And my privacy is raked
And yet I find, and yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own, I'd feel better dead

Oooh oooh oooh oooh