| Ruined body swinging from a tree
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| Gunshot wound clean in a soft felt sea
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| Cut throat dead on a blood red sun
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| And the right hand of god
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| Is a gun!
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| Full moon overhead
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| A good night to burry your dead
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| Your body aches as the night closes in
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| Waves crash down, is kept with no end
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| Stagnant water in your veins
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| A gunshot is your pain
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| Lifeless man in river bed
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| Stagnant water turn blood red
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| How long can I live this disease?
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| How long will it imprison me?
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| Blood drawn So now I can bleed
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| Leave him here to suffer with me
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| Stagnant water in your veins
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| A gunshot is your pain
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| Lifeless man in river bed
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| Stagnant water turn blood red
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| The blood pours in frozen streams
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| Sticks of death blows in with the breeze
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| Pull it in so you lay your head
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| On the blood and mouth of the river bed
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| Stagnant water in your veins
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| A gunshot is your pain
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| Lifeless man in river bed
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| Stagnant water turn blood red
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| Gather round the whipping pole boy
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| Take there turns in beating you down
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| cringe your teeth and feel it coming
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| Just some more meat to pound
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| Begging does you no good
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| Turn your death into you peace
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| Sober life as you feel it coming
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| Without a chance of being free
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| Break, break, break these damn chains! |