Godsmack
Care not for the men who wonderStraw that broke your back, you're underCast all them aside who careEmpty eyes and dead end stare
Don't you know that none are blindTo the lie, and you think I don't find what you hide?
What in God's name have you done?Stick your arm for some real fun
For the horse you've grown much fonderThan for me, that I don't ponderAs the hair of one who bit youSmiling bite your own self, too
And I think that you're not blindTo the ones you left behindI'll be here
What in God's name have you done?Stick your arm for some real fun
So be yearning all your lifeTwisting, turning like a knife
Now you know the reasons whyCan't get high, or you will dieOr you'll die
What in God's name have you done?Stick your arm for some real funSo your sickness weighs a tonAnd God's name is smack for some