What I'm talking about
Get all of my shouting out
Because your world don't mean that much to me
I mean it certainly
At least it used to be
Do I gotta die before I see
What have I got to be?
Your destiny?
What's inside of me?
I think I lost the key
(chorus)
Is it human nature?
Or just a private white man's club?
I'm finding harder to continue
While the scum all rises to the top
Some use their shotguns
Who've seem to get their point across
It's like finding raindrops in a wind storm
They're always turning up a loss
What have I got to be?
Your destiny?
What's inside of me?
I think I lost the key