Now I'm not a man who likes to get mad
If I do, I don't feel too bad
Comes some situations, you just can't let it be

Like last night I caught my wife fuckin' two of my friends
A smile on her face, a dick in each hand
Guilt runnin' down her chin
Well, I slammed the door, I grabbed my .44, I lit a cigarette
Been waiting for a chance to use this thing, 'bout the best I'll get
Yeah!

Ride on, roll on
It's getting to where I can't even take your smell
So long, you're gone
Goodbye baby, go to hell

The only thing I ever get is ordered around
It's the same old shit, it's just a different town
Now I got nothin' to do with my life but enjoy the race
Smokin' gun across my lap, smile upon my face, yeah

Ride on, roll on
It's getting to where I can't even take your smell
So long, you're gone
Goodbye baby, go to hell
Ride on, roll on
It's getting to where I can't even take your smell
So long, you're gone
Goodbye baby, go to hell