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I'm the father of a bastard child and I'm not talking about my daughter |
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I feel that my head's on the chopping block, like a lamb being led |
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Being led to slaughter |
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I close my eyes but sleep won't come and now I've got the devil to pay |
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I'm so sick and tired of this masquerade |
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How many loaves?? do you think I can bleed? |
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Do you feel? Do you feel it at all? |
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'Cause together we stand but divided we fall |
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I lower my guns to play Russian roulette |
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But I'm too damn scared to pull the trigger |
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'Cause a bullet in the head would leave me dead |
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And it's better to live as a rock and roll nigger |
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Do you feel? Do you feel it at all? |
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'Cause together we stand but divided we fall |
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The monkey fights a mother(?) like a man fights himself |
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And it's always a fight without a winner |
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Those endless lines on the way to hell |
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'Cause heaven never welcomes a sinner |
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Do you feel? Do you feel it at all? |
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'Cause together we stand but divided we fall |
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Do you feel? Do you feel it at all? |
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'Cause together we stand but divided we fall |