Bruce Berry was a working man he used to love that econoline
He used to work his soul down to the bone. Just bidding his time
I saw him come home late to wife and kids
They loved him even though they could barely get by

CHORUS: 
And he tried    
And he tried     
But couldn’t catch a break

The number one stunna  He took off like a runner
To the ends of the earth
Tell your mama tell you papa
Bruce is gonna survive

I don’t know but I’ve been told that dude ain’t got no soul
Sold it long ago for some quick cash  
Found the track it was gone in a flash
 
CHORUS 

He dove in the bottle floated right to the top
Drank it down Cause that feeling won't stop
The sensation made him feel good 
He was complaining he was misunderstood

And I said Roll with it man you got the plan
Sell your soul for a dollar a gram
You feel your life is sham just slaughter to lamb
You say no change I am what I am