[Verse 1]
I heard they cut off your writing hand
That's what they do
To people like you
No one can see me in my backyard
I sit and smoke
And no one knows
And I'm afraid that there'll be no change
That things will stay
Exactly the same

[Break]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

[Verse 2]
I heard they cut off your writing hand
That's what they do
To people like you
And I'm afraid that there'll be no change
That things will stay
Exactly the same