You may write me down in history With your bitter twisted lies You may trod me down in the very dirt And still like the dust I'll rise. - Ben Harper

You see mama don't watch your damn football
And your beer drinkin' just won't do
You're just stayin' out late
And you're preachin' the hate
And you never have been true<p>You see mama she want her somebody
Who will let her be herself
So she's leavin' you
And your stinky damn ways
Cause she's found somebody else

Now I've been hangin' 'round you for days,
Bt when I lean in you just turn your head away.
Oh no, you didn't mean that.
She said I love the way you think, but I hate the way you act.

Where did you learn to do that so well?
Where did you learn to do that so well?
I guess that would be like kiss and tell.
If it's a secret, why did you show me?