Goin Down with the rest of the rats on this stinkin ship
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Gonna drown in this dirty sea that smells like shit
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Another night coated with blood, sweat and spit
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Wake up again with a face full of floor
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in another town that I`ve left before
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at another time with all the memories that I could hoard
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You can try to hold us down but we won't submit
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A mouthful of slogans might as well be shit
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It all tastes the same to a bunch of hypocrites
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We roam the land, livin' in a van
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hosing down wherever we can
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and I trace it all back to six days in Amsterdam
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I`m tired but I`m persistant I took the path that was most resistant
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I've covered so much distance, I never asked for any assistance
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Rock bottom ain't that bad, the bottle's lookin' better every night
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to this lad, I can't measure my wealth by the things I have
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but I`ll sleep tight tonight
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Sweatin' blood to make it work
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I woke up alone again in a park somewhere in Koln
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I can still taste the blood I've left on every microphone
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from Cutler Ridge to the Berlin Wall
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throwin' up blood and alcohol
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Lost an engine but I found myself in a whack shack in Arkansas
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The suits came knockin', said they represent
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some fat cat asshole seeking settlement
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for defacing an american dream his -AAA-dvertisment
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Another time, murder on my mind
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a cold shiver runs down my spine
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I can trace it all back to these feelings I confine
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The Bottle's Lookin' Better
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Against All Authority |