don't you get so worked up at all the
is waiting just to burn us you can
but no one's looking for us you can
and crush this life to death the sweet
is the last the thing we'll remember you can
but you can't run forever cause when it
is sit and wait till it comes true
by god we've paid our dues
so breathe my little belle
this sweet and pungent georgia smell
i hope it treats you well