Standard (EADGBE)

  Don't know if I believe in god

  But sometimes I pray

Because the way I was raised

  Keeps me afraid

A scientist that has to have his way

I subsist of a steady diet of shame

  I hope I can forgive me

  For having the nerve to exist

  I hope someone can help me

  Make some sense of this

I work a ten hour grave

From nine to seven

And I can't fall asleep

Until eleven past eleven

There's no drug that I can take

That will keep me from being awake

Past my, past my bedtime

  Truckers are the blood in the veins of the body of America

  States are the arms and the legs and the brains and the eyes

  There's a disease spreading from organ to organ

  And you are the white blood cell that fixes the problem

  You don't know your own power

  You don't know what you're worth

  You don't recognize your valor

  And until you do, nothing you do will matter