Текстове на песни: Cross Canadian Ragweed. Other Side.

Gettin' tired of looking over my shoulder.
Tired of walkin' around alone.
Gettin' used to myself gettin' older,
But not accustomed to getting' spit on.
I've been takin' too much lately,
And myself not takin' my share.
So watch out steppin' stone walkin' over me,
People, well, I've had it up to here.
I've had it up to here.

Spent my whole life lookin' back,
Not lookin' ahead to see.
Trying to keep my feet on track,
Doin' what was expected of me.
Kick my shoes off so they can't trace me.
Leave no forwarding address.
Before they all drive me crazy,
And I leave 'em all in a bloody mess.

Well, I gotta ride;
Fly high.
Everybody gonna eat my dust.
I gotta move so I don't rust.
Got me a one way ticket to the other side,
And I gotta ride.

Instrumental break.

Well, maybe folks will think I'm dead.
Maybe even change my name.
Maybe they'll forget about me,
Forget that I even came.
I'll come back one day, just watch me.
Back when I think I deserve.
You know, they're all gonna drive me,
Yeah, they're gonna drive me to a ball of nerves.

An' I gotta ride;
Fly high.
Everybody gonna eat my dust.
I gotta move so I don't rust.
Got me a one way ticket to the other side,
An' I gotta ride.
Fly high.
Everybody gonna eat my dust.
I gotta move so I don't rust.
Got me a one way ticket to the other side,
An' I gotta ride