1,000 hungry dog eat dogers Plus one middle aged worker And a million more out for your neck Spills like blood Make way wild fire
On the door step of establishment Make way Wild fire Your lack of skills
Result in a lack of possibility
And lead to the number stamped on you head And still my feet walk through your door
Do I want to? Can I say? Will you listen?
It's falling down Thanks to a scar in the sky (rhyno786@hotmail.com) for these lyrics.
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