Work hard towards nothing    A garden growing hurt    Fresh wheels but no body   A truck that just won't work   Dead leaves burn as easily as gasoline does   And now your soul is bruised    And now your soul is bruised    And you color is violet.    Work hard for nothing    A garden growing rust    Dead flower 4 barrel   Fertilizing the dirt   Dead leaves burn as easily as gasoline does   Now your soul is bruised   Now your soul is bruised and your color is violence    Why can't I decide between two things I've found in my own lifetime   Left here all the time    And now your soul is bruised and your color is violence