Care Not For The Men Who Wonder
Empty Eyes And Dead End Stare
Straw That Broke Your Back, You're Under
Cast All Them Aside Who Care
Don't You Know That None Are Blind To The Lie, And You Think I Don't Find
What You Hide? What In God's Name Have You Done?
For The Horse You've Grown Much Fonder
Stick Your Arm For Some Real Fun
Than For Me, That I Don't Ponder
As The Hair Of One Who Bit You
Smiling Bite Your Own Self, Too
And I Think That You're Not Blind To The Ones You Left Behind
So Be Yearning All Your Life
I'll Be Here Twisting, Turning Like A Knife
Can't Get High Or You Will Die Now You Know The Reasons Why
Or You'll Die
So Your Sickness Weighs A Ton
And God's Name Is Smack For Some.
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