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U.S. Bombs - The Gow lyrics
Kill me I need the rest Put me out of misery Whole jungle on my shoulders my back's gonna break I'm a slowe for the gow Slave labor to slave And drag around Needle's broken in the ditch of burned out veins I point out the problem three fingers point at me I'm a slowe for the gow/ For the gow for the gow Slave labor to slave/ I drag myself around I can't live without the thought of something killing me Service for the sick a minute takes a month Service for the sick in the heat of a cold sweat For the gow, for the gow I won't put my shovel down For the gow, for the gow I cannot be found I keep working to get well I guess I never will No more grass from shanty town I graduated to the gow To the gow To the gow I'm a slowe for the gow Slave labor to slave For the gow, for the gow Drag myself around |
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