You been robbed
you been used
you been crucified
and you been abused
you been sacrified and now you're confused
ain't it the truth
you got a hole in your head
and a cold empty spot in your big brass bed
and you're mad at the world and you feel like you're losing control
all you need to get by is
a little bit of soul
when you're lost in the flood
when you fell like you've been kicked through the mud
you know they still haven't found a drug to pick us up
feeling down, misunderstood
you know these times they ain't looking so good
when you're mad at the world and you feel like you're losing control
what we all need to get by is
a little bit of soul
chorus: whoa oh
little bit of soul
what we all need to survive is just
a little bit of soul
everyone's complaining
nothing but frustration
the king has pissed in your pot of gold
it ain't entertaining spending so much time in the hole
when you're mad at the world and you're feeling like you're losing control
what we need to get is a little bit of soul
chorus: whoa oh a little bit of soul
whoa oh a little bit of soul
whoa oh a little bit of soul
