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Sold down the riverLeft to be raised by WolvesBlack Market liverGive up your horns and hoovesLeft lying nakedWithout a clueCome like a hurricaneStrapped with a plastic gunIm on the front line, cant feel no painWhere am I supposed to runYou gonna be there when I go insaneI didnt think soSo go and try to take me out the game.Believe me when I sayIm not coming back for moreIts been a long hard road for freeAnd now Im closing the front doorYou tried to make me a puppetNot gonna stand here looking weakTime for me to go and blow on my trumpet.Close your eyes.Youre under pressureBreaking a sweatMake you feel the painDont touch the treasureBefore you leave me out in the rain. |