He only wants to hold me, rise up
'Til the Sun goes down
Know he thinks that I'm lonely
I can tell that they love my style
'Cause I'm shy but I'm boasy, boozy when I'm in the town
You see blues inside... but my skin's all brown
You see hues when I'm high
But I'm feeling low
Kinda numb, I've been in the cold
South world where the demons grow
On the road, where it always snows
Push bike, as the fiends them blow
Pen state, where my friends are staying
Oh... how I miss them so

Partly in the dark but mind's bright
Never take what they sell
Words of heaven made of hell on this Earth
Come with pebbles, full of dirt
Need the money for the hearse
White lines lead you
Leave you in the lurch
Pour liquor after church on the roads
And we will never learn
I'm different and it shows
I'm not better, I'm just different to my bros
I'm alone, a couple minutes on my own
I'm not better, I'm just different to my bros
I'm alone, a couple minutes on my own
I'm not better, I'm just different
I'm not better, I'm just different to my bros
I'm alone, a couple minutes on my own
I'm not better, I'm just different to my bros
I'm alone, a couple minutes to my own
I did it for the bros