Mike Ness:
Wadin' through the waste stormy winter
And there's not a friend to help you through
Try and stop the waves behind your eyeballs
Drop your reds, drop your greens and blues
Eddie Vedder:
Thank you for your wine, California
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruit
Yes I got the desert in my toenail
And I hid the speed deep inside my shoe
Ness, Vedder, and Beck:
Come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia
Come on, honey child, I beg of you
Come on, come on down, you got it in ya
Got to scrape that sh** right off your shoe
Come on, come on down, Sweet Virginia
I said I want you come on, honey child, I beg you
Come on, honey child, you got it in you
Got to scrape that sh** right off your shoes
Got to scrape that sh** right off your shoes
Got to scrape that sh** right off your shoes