clinging to the trees of a forest fire – leather hands lyrics
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slave to my job the wage the paycheck.
a noose of dollar bills on every newborn, from the
nursery to the grave.
sick of being nailed to a social security number.
living under the trough all i wanted was a horse a plow
and three hundred acres of sh-t i want a horse a plow and
three hundred acres of sh-t.
this is rightfully mine.
i am but an enslaved god among pig faced men.
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