Going down to the underground World spinning upside down Sick of all the city sounds Eyes of killers all around Reading in the papers of the sickness in the streets Feeling ill from vomit, hate and everyone I meet Why do you react? When I look at you Is your brain so small? That you hate us all Oh this is good from you Sitting there with your point of view Its not my fault I am this way Its all that shot before this day You look at me like you know me You look through me, but you dont know me Ive risked my life for you my friend And you really couldnt care Im gonna tell you a story Youll sit there and hold my beer If you try and stop me Ill make you wish youd never met me Im gonna tell you a story Youll sit there and hold my beer Dont even try and stop me Ill make you wish youd never met me When I was locked in jail my old man was sick And I hoped to get home but he died Alone Lay in my bed, memories tortured my head And I lost grip on reality So what point am I trying to make? Not quite sure, but its mine to make Tired of haters all around Want to drag them underground Reporters on the TV, showing violence in the streets Fuelling further hatred for the people that I meet I tell you what my friend My dignity is mine to defend I have a reason for being this way Its all that shit before this day I drink because I have to Its not because I want to I live this way cause I need to I wouldnt want it any other way When I got back from war all my best friends were dead And the wife left me too and I knew I was through Left with no home, on the streets all alone I was falling into obscurity No war ever made any sense A plague that takes every cent We make laws on ways to kill Our condition will never relent You see everyone that you love They walk evento though you wont let them go Not only do they not understand They wouldnt go if they had the chance Destroy you will. Destroy They cant see you but they drag you down They come crawling but they take you out Take your chances then just walk away You walk alone it isnt what they say No country wants you they just look the other way Come on down, and take a look and see I want you to see what you could be Lying beneath youre surrounded in shame None of them will understand You got out, you come back Youre always judged, under attack You think youre safe, until youre home Where youre ripped into by them all The time has come for you to go But let me tell you before youre home Makes no sense, dont get involved Futile we murder and kill No more SixtyEight
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