| Lookin' out upon the highway, already two-hundred-and-fifty miles gone | 
| I take my first taste of freedom and I’ve never felt so alive, yeah | 
| And out of the corner of my eye | 
| I see a woman | 
| Well, she was more radiant than I ever could have imagined | 
| And she was singing: «What's wrong with you?» | 
| What is the problem | 
| With drinking whiskey and smoking weed? | 
| Live within the system | 
| If you don’t like it, well fucking leave! | 
| Well get me back, get me back on the road | 
| I met the devil and I sold my soul | 
| 'Cause everything and everyone is old | 
| (Hey, hey, hey!) | 
| I cut my lung out | 
| I need a fix | 
| You’re my puzzle and my pieces fit | 
| 'Cause everything and everyone is old | 
| (Hey, hey, hey!) | 
| The nights in the desert paint pictures | 
| That aren’t always what they seem | 
| The dust kicking up all around | 
| It makes this shit come on like a whirlwind | 
| And she stands up on the hood of a car | 
| And she screams to all, but demons and murderers… | 
| «I wanna see chaos | 
| Wanna see victims be one with the pain! | 
| The power of our redemption | 
| Suppresses the memories of tragedy!» | 
| Oh, give me what I need | 
| Let me drift away | 
| Where all the troubles | 
| All my troubles are so far away | 
| Well get me back, get me back on the road | 
| I met the devil and I sold my soul | 
| 'Cause everything and everyone is old | 
| (Hey, hey, hey!) | 
| I cut my lung out | 
| I need a fix | 
| You’re my puzzle and my pieces fit | 
| 'Cause everything and everyone is old | 
| (Hey, hey, hey!) | 
| Well get me back, get me back on the road | 
| I met the devil and I sold my soul | 
| 'Cause everything and everyone is old | 
| (Hey, hey, hey!) | 
| I cut my lung out | 
| I need a fix | 
| You’re my puzzle and my pieces fit | 
| 'Cause everything and everyone is old | 
| (Hey, hey, hey!) | 
| Everyone is so compromised | 
| That they will never be | 
| (The chosen ones) | 
| Everyone is so compromised | 
| That they will never be | 
| (The chosen ones) | 
| Everyone is so compromised (ah, ah) | 
| That they will never be | 
| (The chosen ones) | 
| Everyone is so compromised (ah, ah) | 
| That they will never be | 
| (The chosen ones) | 
| You all feel like you’ve been put down? | 
| (ah, ah) | 
| You’ve all been fucking compromised! | 
| You’ve all been sold! | 
| (the chosen ones) Your soul is ruined! | 
| How does it feel to be numbered (ah, ah) | 
| And to be one in a million? | 
| Just another statistic in failure! | 
| (The chosen ones) | 
| Once again, you are compromised, enslaved, mindless! | 
| (ah, ah) | 
| Cut off from something else, someone else! | 
| (the chosen ones) (ah, ah) | 
| Living off somebody else’s dream, somebody else’s hard work (The chosen ones) | 
| You are the compromised! | 
| (ah, ah) How does it feel? | 
| How does it feel to be numbered as a… |