Nutshell(Album Version) - Alice In Chains

　　We chase misprinted lies

　　We face the path of time

　　And yet I fight

　　And yet I fight

　　This battle all alone

　　No one to cry to

　　No place to call home

　　Oooh Oooh

　　Oooh Oooh

　　My gift of self is raped

　　My privacy is raked

　　And yet I find

　　And yet I find

　　Repeating in my head

　　If I can't be my own

　　I'd feel better dead

　　Oooh Oooh

　　Oooh Oooh