I have your see-eye have here is my hand
As blue and cold as?
?
Go for a pound
Ten ground and down
When the morning after coughs a crippled mile
Curse the morning after, Tuesday's child
Wake into the hard song, gold in my hand
Engage report pending, promised land
Here is my heart on hand, sharp as a blade
One down, I say two
I close?
Go for a pound
Ten ground and down
Careful when your skin returns to dirt and gold
Foreign ba*tards, dress the centerfold
Million drool and madness, seem to start the race
Tuesday's child removes her guilty face
I'm not going to take this sh** anymore
I won't have it in my house
You see, I've seen it all before
Ten down and hundreds more
Crimes remain credentials, dirt remains sublime
Silence and sedation undermined
Fake the ba*tard's outcry, nail it to his chest
Bone and skin descending, burns the best
I'm not gonna have this anymore
You see I've heard it all before
I won't be beaten to the ground
Ten down and then ten more