The words of an old place and they’re always in time with his soul.
Though his face be cracked and worn like age-old summer soil.
You know he gave you his hand so you would lift him off that ground,
And no-one wants a hand that’s rough to touch from the shit it’s been carrying around.
And every man wants more than he, ever did before.
He’s still got no way out,
We’ve got no way out,
No way out,
We’ve got no way out of this.
Well he walks though town like a bible prophet,
Knows he owns it all, but sometimes he doesn’t bother
No sometimes he doesn’t bother
Lord well he knows the dark hearts of men 
And he’s been there before
Yeah he won’t go there again,
No yeah, he won’t go there again.
For every man wants more than he, ever did before.
He’s still got no way out
We’ve got no way out
No way out
We’ve got no way out of this.
So if my eyes turn black and my teeth fall out and my hairs caught up in rags,
Don’t give me none of that medicine ‘cos I’ll spit it right back out.
He tried so hard to fit in but he never really got a chance.
Before he spoke they burnt him, cut him, roped him and finally put him in the ground.
He said ‘I’ve been though war, and I’ve been though law and I’ve climbed that hill so cold
Yeah I’ve been though more than you’ll ever know still they never let me go
And every man wants more than he, ever did before
He’s still got no way out
We’ve got no way out
No way out
We’ve got no way out of this
So if my eyes turn black and my teeth fall out and my hairs caught up in rags
Don’t give me none of that medicine ‘cos I’ll spit it right back out
Oh yeah, I’ll spit it right,
Yeah I’ll spit it right
Oh I’ll spit it right back out. 
I will spit it right,
I will spit it right,
I will spit it right back out.