World Of Trouble — Black Label Society

2...3...4...I Drank All My Fucken Brew and I Ain't Gots No More....

Feeling so damn tired Running on desperate fumes For the end is Always near, now Empty handed It's always soon Psychocise me Terrify me Jeopardizing all that's mine Megolamize me Certify me On my knees until I cry

Lord only knows where I've gone Lord only knows where I've been

In a world of trouble again Worries Streaming 'round the bend

Treat me like a dog, now Knowing I won't turn Blind me like a slave, now Cast Down No concern