You been robbed You been used You been crucified and You been abused You been sacrificen and Now youre confused Aint it the truth
You got a hole in your head And a cold empty spot In your big brass bed When youre mad at the world and You feel like youre losing control All you need to get by is A little bit o soul
When youve lost in the flood And you feel like you been Kicked through the mud You know they still Havent found the drug To pick us up
Feeling down, misunderstood You know these times They aint looking so good When youre mad at the world and You feel like youre losing control What we all need to get by is A little o soul
Whoa oh Little bit of soul What we all need To survive Is just A little bit o soul
Everyones complaining Nothing but frustration The king has pissed in Your pot of gold It aint entertaining spending So much time in the hole Send down A little bit o soul
When youre mad at the world And you feel like Youre losing control What we all need To get by is just A little bit o soul
Whoa oh little bit o soul
Whoa oh little bit o soul
Whoa oh little bit o soul
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