I have your see-eye and here is my hand
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As blue and cold as 10 ground and down
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When the morning after coughs a crippled mile
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Curse the morning after Tuesday's child
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Wake into the hard song, gold in my hand
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Engage report pending, promised land
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Here is my heart on hand, sharp as a blade
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One down I say two
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I close my own hand
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10 ground and down
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Careful when you skin returns to dirt and gold
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Foreign bastards dress the centerfold
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Million drool and madness seem to start the race
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Tuesdays child removes her guilty face
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I'm not going too take this shit anymore
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I won't have it in my house
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You see, I've seen it all before
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10 down and hundreds more
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Crimes remain credentials, dirt remains sublime
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Silence and sedation undermined
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Fake the bastards outcry, nail it to his chest
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Bone and skin descending burns the best
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I'm not gonna have this anymore
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You see I've heard it all before
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I won't be beaten to the ground
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10 down and then 10 more.
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Ten Ground And Down
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Pigface |