Lyrics : Barney Greenway / Music : Mitch Harris
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Someone wants me dead
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from the neck and upwards.
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Rope weaved by these hands,
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box of my toils.
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Coerced - dazed by a suckerpunch.
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Reeling - believing that these are the dues.
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Pitch back - throwback to a chastised youth.
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No quarter - stifled under a stich-up hood.
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To be made an example
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will stauch my deviant flow.
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Held a lever that only I can pull.
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Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.
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Bigots want my head
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on a plate to sound-out.
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Probing - exposing delicate core to full view.
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Damning - programming etiquette to suit.
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To dissect and reset
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will staunch my deviant flow.
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Held a lever that only I can pull.
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Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.
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Group constrictor.
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Throttling a bond.
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Call a cull to silence our loose tongues.
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Thrown Down a Rope
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| Napalm Death |
