It began with days of begging

Moved on to days of theft

I'll let you know when I have a single breath left

Now she carries matches or a lighter

She never knows shell have to start a fire

Now I carry a knife or a screw driver

Cause I never know when I'll have to stick a motherf**ker

Now I feel like I've known fury

Now I feel like I've known fear

I slowly acquainted my self with the kind vagrancy

That relied to long on other peoples charity

And my own self satisfaction to sustain me

And refused to recognize my own complicity

I wanna totally withdraw form the word around me

To take my girl and move out to the country

And populate some land with my own family

And grow old and wise with my woman right beside me

And let a lifetime of fatigue wash all upon me

And let it come but not to choose fatality

But low

My word

The good lord don't love me no more

But sometimes that chariot swings so low

So low that chariot swings so low

So low

So low

So low as to carry me home

So low

So low

So low as to carry me home

So low

So low

So low as to carry me home

So low

So low

So low

So low