Sons Of Abraham - Some Of Us May Never See Paris lyrics

He's a big man in his chair way up in the hills Well f** that fan man- he ain't never done nothing for me You want it, you need it. Why don't you reach up here and grab it? You're owed this and you deserve it- I don't think you earned it "Immortalized somewhere between this and "thank you" lists! Have you forgotten all the people? I bet you already have Break these bottles over your swollen skulls 'cuz I can still smell The sweet stench of afterbirth on your breath So f**ing what have you done for us? Have you given to the rest of us? Have you taken what was meant for us? What's left for the rest of us? If you're not concerned, why are you paying such close attention?