(Verse One)
They've been calling me the devil
They've been calling me worse
Well I've been hanging with the rebels
Well I've been playing out the curse

(Pre Chorus)
And now I'm pretty much dead
I've got the noose around my head
You've got that 'Fuck It' kinda attitude
There's no one ever you can really trust

(Chorus)
Cause all the proof
Is right ahead
And all the grove
Is through the air

(Verse Two)
Barrel up my gun is smoking
While you lay there on the floor
And all your lies have got you chocking
Got people banging on my door

(Pre Chorus)
And now you're pretty much dead
Gotta rest your weary head
You've got that 'Fuck It' kinda attitude
There's no one ever you can really trust
(Chorus)
Cause all the proof
Is right ahead
And all the grove
Is through the air

(Bridge)
You better get yourself out of town
Oh Yeah
You better get your things and go
Before I get myself out of town
Oh Yeah
I'm gonna get my things and go
You better get yourself out of town
Oh Yeah
You better get your things and go
Before I get myself out of town
Oh Yeah
I'm gonna get my things and go


(Chorus)
Cause all the proof
Is right ahead
And all the grove
Is through the air