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