Written by Jerry Cantrell



Should I live so long 

To see 'em dropping bombs 

Hope I have you near 

Check out what comes after here...what comes after here 



Generation turned a chemical tribe 

Don't really care if we live or die 

Generation turned a chemical tribe 

Been sold out and it's no surprise 



Let the black odds roll 

Why we can't tell 

Ball inside 

Roll me over, is this hell...is this hell? 



Chorus 



No last supper rite 

Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table 

Born in ending times 

Leaning more toward Cain than Abel 



No last supper rite 

Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table 

Born in ending times 

Possibly more truth than fable 



Generation turned a chemical tribe 

Generation turned a chemical tribe 

Generation turned a chemical tribe 

Generation turned a chemical tribe 

Been sold out let me say goodbye 



No last supper rite 

Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table 

Born in ending times 

Leaning more toward Cain than Abel 

(Repeat) 



Bitchslapped 'fore you reached the table 

Could it be more truth than fable?