Lyrics

(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