Pantera

When the world pronounced me dead
put me in the grave
the cut off my legs
it was not long
I couldn't hold my mouth
I ran my head
I ran my head
It's strange to be around again
things might have killed me
but not the bastard in the skies
I was fucking with the plan
asking for it all,
call it karma or guilt
being dragged down the road
call it wisdom or ignorance
But it's still alive
and it's in me now
and it lives and breathes
but, I can't give a fuck
I've got a big mouth
and there's a lot to learn
from a bottle of whiskey
it's where you come from
(the south)