From the cradle to the grave I threw my life away
And the gunshots that I heard are just tears against the world
War pony destroyer war pony destroyer destroyer destroyer
Be my vicious leather jacket
And my eyes ripped and torn like I'd never been born people
The endless crawl and the endless dance
The powder the city rip back your tired lies
You rip off your disguise
Will I be will I be well
Spit it up spit it up spit it up
Spit it up spit it up spit it up
Get the paper take the band
And break him down break his hands
Take his eyes steal his words
Fill his mouth with butter put candy in his ears
And you bleed
Our sacred garden stripped
I rise above the rest
I fade into the test
When I be when I be when I be your
High and dry ahead of me and he don't got the head of me
And you are not ahead of me and he don't got the head of me
I am not the enemy we are not the enemy
And you are not the enemy and we are not the enemy
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