Work hard towards nothing,
a garden growing hurts
Fresh wheels but no body,
a truck that just won't work
Dead leaves burn as easily as gasoline does,
gasoline does
And now your soul is bruised,
and now your soul is bruised,
and now your soul is bruised,
and your color is violet
Work hard for nothing,
a garden growing rusts
Dead flower 4 barrel,
fertilizing the dirt
Dead leaves burn as easily as gasoline does,
gasoline does
And now your soul is bruised,
and now your soul is bruised,
and now your soul is bruised,
and your color is violence
Why can't I decide
between two things I've found
in my own lifetime
left here all the time
And now your soul is bruised,
and now your soul is bruised,
and now your soul is bruised,
and your color is violence
And now your soul is bruised,
and now your soul is bruised, my friend,
and now your soul is bruised,
and your color is violence
And now your soul is bruised,
and now your soul is bruised,
and now your soul is bruised,
and your color is violence