I waked up by that side of the sun
Where wind pounds hard
And train is loud
I took guitar and boots
In order to write some words

Protestin protestin
Nothing but protestin
Anyday now im protestin
Thats all i ever do
protestin

Outside the window racks
You could hear woman cracks
She sold her baby for 15 dollar and 17 cents
I took paper and pen
In order to write some music down
Dont know how long it will have a sound

Protestin protestin
Nothing but protestin
Anyday now im protestin
Thats all i ever do
protestin

Those hotels on eastern edge
Are always full
Few ladyes and some man
They eat your soul like its from the hot dog stand
And then they spill out your ineatable parts
I dont want to go inthere ever again

Protestin protestin
Nothing but protestin
Anyday now im protestin
Thats all i ever do
protestin

Well the hour is cold and time is late
I didnt do nothing and i didnt ate
So im thinking around in my head
Hey ill write about this day
Theres plenty there to say