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Well, place your justice in my palm |
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And then I'll make a fist |
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And punch your grimaced face |
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Until every knuckle breaks |
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And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting |
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A mangled body twitching |
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And regaining consciousness and closure |
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Attempting composure before a bullet |
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In the mouth answers the questions of exposure |
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And God of |
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Sunday school facades |
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And pay cheques to validate the time |
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I served abroad(We will say it all means nothing) |
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If I forget why |
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I'm hereTo serve and protect my fist over fist |
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Mind under matter career |
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That's why this sounds kind of funny |
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When he falls to his knees |
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With his hand on his throat |
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While he begs you to please(Spare his life) |
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Falls to his knees(When he falls to his knees) |
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Falls to his knees(With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please) |
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Oh, all of this ask for change(Change) |
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While I explain the hardest of bodies |
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Dulls the softest of knives |
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When I hold up his head and carve |
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X's in his eyes |
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When I hold up his head and carve |
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X's in his eyes |
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And carve |
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X's in his eyes |
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I swear I have compassion |
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I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life |
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Because I am the prison guard |
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I swear I have compassion |
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I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life |
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Because I am the prison guard |
