Heysátan

Hey Satan
We had a calm vibe
But I struck
I struck the field
I've dealt with enough damn shit
But I struck
Hey Satan
Then it starts to blow away
Out into the moor.. (I dragged)
A hay wagon on a Massey Ferguson
'Cause he gave in
And I lost my footing... Damn it
I fell behind
And now I rest here
With a twisted back
And content, I lean my head here