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Dispatch - Blood lyrics
One old man a ten hour day And not a dime to spare Playin' on his pawn shop horn And breathin' into the air I've got more coal to fire And another soul to feed Little old lady left the scene About an hour ago Her purse was filled All her silver unsold Little old lady had a mouth But nothing to say Despite her allegiances She has found a way Even a bling squirrel needs a nut yea Do rebut that And if you open up your mouth You better shut that It's never ever gonna go away "I'm homeless, God bless, good day" Would that I were you Would I be free And would that you were me Would you burn or flee The blood is on your hands You've got it on your feet Your first is in the air And somewhere in between |
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