[Verse 1] I got a box full of grudges From nineteen eighty three Got a list of all the assholes Who failed to understand me Got some shame from last September And a fuck-up from before Got a twenty-year-old argument I'm still keeping score My therapist said, "Process it" My guru said, "Allow" My buddy said, "For Christ's sake, man, Why you still hauling that around?" I searched for deeper meaning 'Til my deeper meaning said, "It's a stinky bag of garbage. Put the friggin' thing to bed." [Chorus] Let that shit go You don't need to know Why it happened, what it taught you Or which way the karma flows You can bless it if you wanna You can analyze it slow Or save yourself ten damn years And let that shit go Let it go, let it go There ain't no prize for dragging it home You ain't gotta heal it pretty You ain't gotta make it glow Sometimes freedom's just two words: [Band drops out] [Spoken, dry] Fuck it. [Beat] Go. [Verse 2] I tried forgiving everybody In a spiritually evolved way Sent compassion to their higher selves While calling 'em pricks all day I wrote letters I never sent 'em Then burned 'em beneath the moon Apparently release requires candles And a sweet ol' singing bowl too I cleared my ancestral trauma My past lives joined the queue Some bastard from Atlantis said "I've got some shit for you" I said, "Mate, the office is closed now, Take a number — actually, no. If we haven't fixed this crap by now... Let's just let the fucker go." [Chorus] Let that shit go You don't need to know Every wound's complete biography Before you let it go You can journal twenty pages 'Til your inner child says, "Whoa— Could we maybe get some ice cream And let that shit go?" [Verse 3] Then there's shit that isn't even mine Now that's my favourite kind Somebody frowned in 2012 And I took it as a sign I've carried other people's feelings Like a bellhop at the Ritz Turns out being damn conscious Doesn't mean collecting everybody's shit You can love 'em without saving 'em You can care and still say no You can see exactly where they're hurting And still let their journey go Compassion ain't a tow truck You don't have to haul 'em home Sometimes the kindest thing you do Is leave their shit alone [Bridge — filthy slow blues] Maybe there ain't closure Maybe they won't understand Maybe you'll never get your apology Or your goddamn master plan Maybe life's already moving While you're standing at the door Holding twelve bags marked "MY PAST" Going, "What are these for?" [Band drops out] [Spoken, deadpan] Put 'em down, Buddy. [Pause] No, you don't need a friggin' ceremony. [Dirty guitar lick] Just... put... 'em... down. [Final Chorus — huge, rowdy] LET THAT SHIT GO Come on, lighten the load You don't need another workshop On the optimal way to let go No certificate of freedom No twelve-step letting-go You can spend your life releasing... [Band drops out] Or just— LET. THAT. SHIT. GO! [Instrumental chaos — slide guitar, harmonica, pounding piano] [Outro — loose barroom groove] [Spoken, amused] Feel better? [Pause] Good. Now don't pick the fucker back up. [Harmonica]
