[Verse 1]
Spend your life
Search the world over
Jump headfirst into your savage disorder
Scratch your head after every wrong choice
Can lose your life tryin' to find your voice

[Verse 2]
Front porch when the storm came through
Took down some trees
Tore off some roofs
Exposed all my grubby little roots
Hurricane force
I've seen the proof, yeah

[Chorus]
Fist too tight, tongue too loose
Up on my soapbox with my poor excuse
Everybody's got their version
Of the truth
Yeah, the truth

[Verse 3]
Record business
Nothing to regret
Only sales projections and figures not met
Hear you did something for me long ago, well
What was your name again, and how much do I owe you?
[Chorus]
My fist too tight, my tongue too loose
Up on my soapbox with my poor excuse
Everybody's got their version
Yeah, of the truth

[Bridge]
Of the truth
(Up on my soapbox with my poor excuse)
Of the truth
Oh do oh oh

[Guitar Solo]