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Pro-Pain - One Man Army lyrics
Beat down like a pile of junk Politically incorrect We knew he deserved the best But he never got no respect Six kids and an empty wallet With a hole the size of a dime Not a dollar or a dream to boot He thanks God for a hell of a time Here lies the middle class What once was is now past Our forefathers spent their lives cultivating this ? One man army born and bred Never cared much what no one said Worked all dat till his fingers bled He was a one man army One day he bought a shotgun And went home and sat on the bed He downed more than a couple of drinks That put the 's' word in his mouth So the future is not so bright when everything looks so dim Then he tought about who he loves But thought more about who loves him Too much pain and no gain Suck the blood from my veins I work too hard to have you Take it all away I see red when you see green Kill us all when we turn 18 If oppertunity ever knocked I guess we weren't home |
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