Been draggin’ that load like a sack of bricks, Too much bad luck and too many tricks. Kept it in my gut like a poison flame, Now I’m spitin’ it out and I’m done with the game. Yeah, I’ve chewed on the pain, I’ve swallowed the smoke, Laughed through the wreck and choked on the joke. But I’m kickin’ this door with a boot and a grin, Ain’t a single part of me goin’ back again. I’m gettin’ over this shit, loud and rough, Burnt my fingers, yeah, I’ve had enough. No more carryin’ what drags me down, No more sinkin’ in this shithouse town. I’m gettin’ over this shit, teeth and grit, Kickin’ up dust and I’m callin’ it quits. What tried to bury me got left in the ditch, I’m gettin’ over it — and I don’t give a shit. Had a few bad nights and a few bad mates, A few bad choices and a few closed gates. Head full of thunder, boots full of mud, Still stood my ground when the push came to shove. I’ve been low, but I never broke, Bit on the chain and I tasted the smoke. Now I’m laughin’ at the wreckage I used to fear, ’Cause the only thing left is gettin’ clear. I’m gettin’ over this shit, loud and rough, Burnt my fingers, yeah, I’ve had enough. No more carryin’ what drags me down, No more sinkin’ in this shithouse town. I’m gettin’ over this shit, teeth and grit, Kickin’ up dust and I’m callin’ it quits. What tried to bury me got left in the ditch, I’m gettin’ over it — and I don’t give a shit. Yeah, I’ve been battered, bruised, and spent, But every damn scar got me more hell-bent. Now the night can howl and the whole world can stare, I’m lightin’ it up like I just don’t care. I’m gettin’ over this shit, loud and rough, Burnt my fingers, yeah, I’ve had enough. No more carryin’ what drags me down, No more sinkin’ in this shithouse town. I’m gettin’ over this shit, teeth and grit, Kickin’ up dust and I’m callin’ it quits. What tried to bury me got left in the ditch, I’m gettin’ over it — and I don’t give a shit. Yeah, I’ve been down in the pit too long, Been draggin’ that weight, been holdin’ on. But I’m standin’ now with a ragged grin, Like a busted-up fighter still winnin’ again. I’m leavin’ the shame in the rear-view haze, Leavin’ the dark in the broken days. No more chains and no more lies, No more ghosts in my bloodshot eyes. Let the wind hit hard, let the night run cold, I’ve still got fire in this broken soul. Every mile I roll, every breath I take, Is one more step from the mess I made. So if the past comes knockin’, I won’t answer back, I’ll be too damn busy stayin’ on track. Too busy burnin’ rubber, too busy free, Too busy bein’ the man I’m meant to be. Yeah, I’m gettin’ over it, Hard and fast, bit by bit. I’m gettin’ over it, I’m gettin’ over this shit.........
