| Well I’m grinding my life out, steady and sure
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| Nothing more wretched than what I must endure
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| I’m drenched in the light that shines from the sun
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| I could stone you to death for the wrongs that you done
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| Sooner or later you make a mistake,
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| I’ll put you in a chain that you never will break
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| Legs and arms and body and bone
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| I pay in blood, but not my own
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| Night after night, Day after day
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| They strip your useless hopes away
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| The more I take the more I give
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| The more I die the more I live
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| I got something in my pocket make your eyeballs swim
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| I got dogs could tear you limb from limb
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| I’m circlin’around the Southern Zone
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| I pay in blood, but not my own.
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| Low cards are what I’ve got
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| But I’ll play this hand whether I like it or not
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| I’m sworn to uphold the laws of God
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| You could put me out in front of a firing squad
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| I’ve been out and around with the rising men
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| Just like you my handsome friend
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| My head’s so hard, must be made of stone
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| I pay in blood, but not my own
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| Another politician coming out the abyss
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| another angry beggar blowing you a kiss
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| you got the same eyes that your mother does
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| if only you could prove who your father was
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| someone must of slipped a drug in yer wine
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| you gulped it down and you cross the line
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| man can’t live by bread alone
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| I pay in blood, but not my own
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| How I made it back home, nobody knows
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| or how I survived so many blows
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| I’ve been thru Hell, What good did it do?
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| You bastard!!! |
| I’m suppose to respect you!
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| I’ll give you justice, I’ll fathom your purse
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| Show me your moral that you reversed
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| Hear me holler and hear me moan
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| I pay in blood but not my own
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| You get your lover in the bed
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| Come here I’ll break your lousy head
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| Our nation must be saved and freed
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| You’ve been accused of murder, how do you plead?
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| This is how I spend my days
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| I came to bury, not to raise
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| I’ll drink my fill and sleep alone
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| I play in blood, but not my own |