Into the good life by birth we were sworn.
Gently erasing our foolishness and wrath,
As a sinner im still sinning and in need of that bath.
Boom goes heads that are filled with lead.
You sit and judge in your cleverly laid bed.
Id rather die than listen to you.
Id rather die than listen to you.
I deal with strife like a bee without a stinger,
While you deal with strife with your stinger.
Belated bells and whistles and other have-to's,
You cant climb a mountain that you "have to".
Penniless and without a direction to go in,
We are not afraid of the darkness within,
Neither will we fret,
There are a people that take up their bets.
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