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