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4 AM on a cold night |
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I find myself, empty bottle in hand |
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Out with a friend, we're singing alone |
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About the things that are going wrong |
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Singing out loud about this world |
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The messed up life, the struggles we've fought |
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I hear sirens, bright lights in my eyes |
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Without warning, I've been attacked |
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They grab me by the hair |
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Then threw me against the wall |
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They hit me in the back |
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My ribs went pop |
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They smashed me in the head |
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It was as though as lead |
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They kick me in the knee |
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I started to bleed |
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What the hell have I done? |
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What the hell? |
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I'm in the tombs tonight |
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I took one in the eye, I wouldn't cry |
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They punched me in the mouth, I started to shout |
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I took one in the chin, I began to spin |
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They started to laugh |
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I decided to fight back! |
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What the hell have I done? |
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What the hell? |
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I'm in the tombs tonight |
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Drunk & disorderly is the ****ing charge |
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We find ourselves behind these bars |
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The only thing that we ever did wrong |
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Was to sing this oppressed man's song! |
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What the hell have I done? |
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What the hell? |
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I'm in the tombs tonight |
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Now my life has been stamped |
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My life, my future in their hands |
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The only thing that I did wrong |
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Was to sing this working man's song! |
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1 2 |
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Working man songs |
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That's all we got |
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Music from the heart |
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Lyrics from the streets |
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All my life, I've been stamped |
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All my future in their hands |
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What I did, nothing wrong |
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Only singing a working man's song! |
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You can take my money, never steal my pride |
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You can try to copy it |
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You'll never succeed |
