S P E Y S I D E

I know now that I can't make good

But how I wish I could

Go back and put

Me where you stood

Nothing's really something now, the whole thing's soot

It serves to suffer, make a hole in my foot

And I hope you look

As I fill my book

Oh, what a waste of wood

Nothing's really happened like I thought it would

Ah, ah

Ooh

I can't rest on no dynasty

Yeah, what is wrong with me?

Man, I'm so sorry

I got the best of me

I really damn been on such a violent spree

But maybe you can still make a man from me

Here on Speyside quay

With what's left of me

As you live and breathe

I really know now what had hold on me