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