I know now that I
can't make good
How I wish I could
Go back and put
me where you stood
Nothing's really something
now the whole thing's soot
It serves to suffer
make a hole in my foot
And I hope you look
As I fill my book
What a waste of wood
Nothing's really happened
like I thought it would
Ah ah ah
Ooh
I can't rest on no dynasty
Yeah what is wrong with me
Man I'm so sorry
I got the best of me
I really damn been on
such a violent spree
But maybe you can still
make a man from me
Here on Speyside quay
With what's left of me
As you live and breathe
I really know now
what had hold on me