Letra de Truckers Are The Blood

Don't know if I believe in God but sometimes I pray 'Cause the way I was raised keeps me afraid A scientist who has to have his way I subsist on a steady diet of shame I hope I can forgive me For having the nerve to exist I hope someone can help me Make some sense of this I work a 10 hour grave From 9:00 to 7:00 I can't fall asleep Until 11 past 11:00 There's no drug that I can take That will keep me from being awake Past my, past my Bedtime Truckers are the blood in the veins in the body of America States are the arms and the legs and the brains and the eyes There's a disease, spreading from organ to organ And you are the white blood cell that fixes the problem You don't know your own power You don't know what you're worth You don't recognize your valor And until you do, nothing you do will matter