You been robbed
You been used
You been crucified and abused
You been sacrificed and now you're confused
Ain't that the truth, yeah

You got a hole in your head
And a cold empty spot in your big brass bed
When you're mad at the world
And you're feeling like you're losing control
All you need to get by is a little bit o soul
Yeah

Whoa oh
Little bit of soul, yeah

Now when you've lost in the flood
When you feel like you been kicked through the mud
You know they still haven't found the drug
To pick us up

You're feeling down, misunderstood
I know that these times
They ain't looking so good
When you're mad at the world
And you're feeling like you're losing control
What we all need to survive is a little o soul

Whoa oh
Little bit of soul, yeah
Whoa oh
Little bit of soul

Here we go
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
Send down a little bit

Mad at the world
And you're feeling like you're losing control
I know, I know
All we need to survive is just a little bit o soul

Whoa oh little bit o soul,yeah

Whoa oh little bit o soul

Come on, come on
Whoa oh little bit o soul

Whoa oh
Lord, won't you send me down little bit of soul