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I have your see-eye and here is my hand
As blue and cold as 10 ground and down
When the morning after coughs a crippled mile
Curse the morning after Tuesday's child
Wake into the hard song, gold in my hand
Engage report pending, promised land
Here is my heart on hand, sharp as a blade
One down I say two
I close my own hand
10 ground and down
Careful when you skin returns to dirt and gold
Foreign b*stards dress the centerfold
Million drool and madness seem to start the race
Tuesdays child removes her guilty face
I'm not going too take this s**t anymore
I won't have it in my house
You see, I've seen it all before
10 down and hundreds more
Crimes remain credentials, dirt remains sublime
Silence and sedation undermined
Fake the b*stards outcry, nail it to his chest
Bone and skin descending burns the best
I'm not gonna have this anymore
You see I've heard it all before
I won't be beaten to the ground
10 down and then 10 more.