In a field of lies and broken homes
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Fallen angels cry to get back home
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When they lie along the city roads
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A coat of steel won't save them from the unknown
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In another life they ruled the land
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People selling people for their souls
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It's just a criminal afterlife
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It's nothing new to the scared and lonely
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It made me finally realize I'm alone
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When the tears of time begin to flow
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Son of an angel fires another bow
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Still it ain't right, still it ain't right, still it ain't
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I'm losing my sight, still it ain't right
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The way you kick me out my home
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It's just a criminal afterlife
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It's nothing new to the scared and lonely
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It made me finally realize I'm alone
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I don't need no hand of charity, feelin' low
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I got a feelin' that your money ain't right
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Gotta feelin' that you left me no sleepin' zone
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A walkin' idle bomb, you're fuse'n it slow
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Oh, no, no, no, you've gotta start a riot
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Oh, no, no, no, you've gotta start it
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Systematic lyin' junky, cryin' rotten fool
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You made a million selling funky shades of rotten doo
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I don't need no hand of charity feelin' low
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A walkin' idle bomb you're fuse'n it slow
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Oh, no, no, no, you've gotta start a riot
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Oh, no, no, no, you've gotta start it
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I don't need no doubting fire to free the stones
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Another cheatin', smokin' nuclear zone
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I don't like grinding the bone
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I-don't-see-no-future
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It's just a criminal afterlife
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It's nothing new to the scared and lonely
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It made me finally realize I'm alone
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Criminal Afterlife
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Holy Mother |