Well I was raised north, into the lift Of what you come to find, these days Traveling, calling on the ground of my leg bones And I left you in my right mind, and I'm all out on the inside Of a strict, that makes no sense, and I'm so bent Well I went south for the summer, I swear I'm in Austin Texas, And had a drink or two. Well I was clean, calm collected and cold, Before I got on my own, in a nation under god. Overworking, and I'm left here in my right mind, And I'm all out on the inside. Of a strict, that makes no sense and I'm so bent, I'm so bent. And I'm left here in my right mind, and I'm all out on the inside. Of a strict, that makes no sense, it makes no sense If I'm tangled in my own mind, and I'm forward on my back slide On a strip that makes no sense and I'm so bent.