If you want to open the hole
Just put your head down and go
Step beside the piece of the circumstance
You got to wash away the taste of evidence
Wash it away
Evidence, evidence, evidence
Got to taste evidence
I didn't feel a thing
It didn't mean a thing
Look in the eye and testify
I didn't feel a thing
Anything you say, you know you're guilty
Hands above your head and you won't even feel me
You won't feel me
