Lyrics
So what becomes of the load?
You pin that fucker down,
All the load still remain.
Look to the sky there? s a fire,
The hope that summer brings,
Take him down, drag him round.
And it's hard to; win anything on the Jesus wheel
And it's hard for you, to win anything on the Jesus wheel.
And under starlight I will come to life,
I will not tow the line.
And through my blood line,
Out of my mind? s I, I will not socialize.
And it's hard to; win anything on the Jesus wheel
And it's hard for you, to win anything on the Jesus wheel.
So what becomes of the load?
You spin that fucker round,
All the load still remains.
Look to the sky there? s a fire,
The chill November brings,
Take him down, drag him round.
And it's hard to; win anything on the Jesus wheel
And it's hard for you, to win anything on the Jesus wheel
On the Jesus wheel
On the Jesus wheel.
