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Brutality
02:43
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Shooting outside in the cold empty night - A mother knelt down screaming "someone save his life"
A victim to the world - a target to a gun
Who can draw faster? not this mothers only son
P.D helicopters hovering outside - innocent couples lit up spotlights
Put behind bars sentenced to a dime - but i had no motive so they made up my crime
Police Brutality- you better think twice before you lose you're life - i wont let it happen to me
You're picking up your girl - it was just a normal night
Now you're pulled out of the car and putting up a fight
Who are you meeting and what you doin here?
They don't want answers they just wanna strike fear
P.D cruisers pulling up outside - Shut off the cameras it cant air primetime
Thrown to the ground - Tazed from behind - never threw a punch back but it's you're word vs. mine
Police Brutality- you better think twice before you lose you're life - i wont let it happen to me
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Battle Cry
02:35
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Auditioning for Hell from a script called my life
I strayed from the path called by the dark night
All I've learned from father
I tried to apply
But it's hard to be righteous when you're not scared to die
So fight the world take a swing
What's the worst that can happen? You knock down the king?
If he gets back up you better not run
The battle may be lost but the war has not been won
Strap on arms and sheath your knife and kiss your mother goodbye
cus this might be the day that the saints let me die
My war is now over my rage has passed
Don't get me wrong I'll still kick you lily ass
I've still got steel strapped to my side
I'll never forget the sound of my battle cry
My fair haired beauty she tries to see me well
She tries to keep my soul from burning in Hell
She said the way you're living you're heart just can't last
I said talk about my future and I'll bring up your past
Bring me a glass and pour me a drink of whiskey beer or wine
Cus this might be the day that the saints let me die
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Mousy's Dock
02:09
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At mousy's dock with my boys by my side
We were all getting wasted off of warm bud ice
Coast guard came and ruined the night
Move along Move along Move along
Mousy was a man, came back broke from vietnam
became a loner on the dock, when he passed it became our spot
At mousy's dock with my boys by my side
We were all getting wasted off of warm bud ice
At the spy house they jumped Mike, strapped on boots braces tight
We loaded the van with the whole damn crew, beat those nazis black and blue
At mousy's dock with my boys by my side
We were all getting wasted off of warm bud ice
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Uncertainty
02:48
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Sometimes my mind feels like it's been erased, bright light flashing at a fast pace, sometimes I hardly know this place, my brain is starting to escape
Uncertainty my closest friend, I feel you kicking in
Sometimes you sneak in and you take control, you can't force that way of life on me, right now I'm feeling much too vulnerable, to hear what you're going to say
Uncertainty my closest friend, I feel you kicking in
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5. |
Regimental Salute
03:29
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I walk these city streets, besides hookers tramps and thieves
The heart of the city never fails to thrive
You got violence on the street and mercy at your feet, life is grand even when you're scraping by
The gunshots are going off down on the corner
Stray bullets scream by into the mortar
The sirens in the distance make you warmer
The silence in your heart goes to the mourners
The city tends to bleed, when it's people are in need
And the suits with the microphones pretend to care
With a blue collar on my shirt and pleats ruffled up on my plaid skirt
Regimental salute for all those people that they hurt
The gunshots are going off down on the corner
Stray bullets scream by into the mortar
The sirens in the distance make you warmer
The silence in your heart goes to the mourners
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6. |
Good Friends
01:54
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They're gonna rat on you - they'll drop the dime
They're gonna rat on you - you'll be facing time
They're gonna rat on you - they'll drop the dime
Good friends don't rat on you
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Home Tonight
04:07
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The full moon eases our entry, lights the way for escapades
This place used to feel like an escape, now it's locked up rotting in misery
Let's break down the barbed wire fences, we'll call this home tonight
This place is ours tonight
My room used to have such a view, had a view of bird and tree
Now I'm locked up rotting in misery, concrete wall is all I see
Let's break down the barbed wire fences, we're going home tonight
This place is ours tonight
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