So close so far away
suspected so you say
They?ve got a place for me
I?m a displaced society.
I?m not looking for compensation
I want some justice
Tell you what they want from me
Blood, d**h and taxes.
Fed up - My hands are tied
Frustrated - Down the line
Busted and out of time.
How could I have been so blind.
They won?t f**in? rest until I?m dead.