Cold wind it blows Blowing through like Sunday morning Chills my bones, take me home, take me home Home is where the heart is, But my heart's been truly stolen Cold wind it blows, wind it blows Fire in my gut Reminding me that yes I'm in a Great big rut, great big hole, great big hole No one knows, can tell me Where those chains begin Fire in my gut, in my gut, in my gut There are places you will never go And there are things that you will never know It all depends on which side of the road Hole in my soul Makes me feel like I am floating Far from my place, I got no land, I got no face Tell me Mr. What's a man supposed to believe in? Hole in my soul, in my soul, in my soul There are places you will never go And there are things that you will never know It all depends on which side of the road Gun in my hand You're tellin' me that I'm meant to obey Laws of your land, of your land, of your land But you don't follow rules Of the silly games you play So gun in my hand, in my hand, in my hand There are places you will never go And there are things that you will never know It all depends on which side of the road