From the album Get Out and Walk

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Lyrics

Ride your call all the way down
And see all the sights, and crawl all the towns
Maybe I'm a fool to wait
Or maybe my mind you cannot sate

But I've let you know before
And you can't seem to give me more

My eyes wear holes in the clock
Just like my patience each time I knock
On wood, and find that no voodoo
Has the power to change you, well

I've let you know before
And you can't seem to give me more

Oh well I'll write another song
That I can't stand to play
Oh I'll write another song
That I hate, I hate

Drunk on your own independence
Neither one criminal, both a defendant
Faltering at the last most
Finding the faults and find who owns it, well

I've let you know before
And you won't seem to deliver more

Oh well I'll write another song
That I can't stand to play
Oh I'll write another song that I hate
Oh I'll write another song
That I can't stand to play
Oh I'll write another song that I hate
I hate, I hate