I got a feelin' not a bottle or a Bible's gonna save me tonight,
Even I get lucky, don't think you won't hear a piece of my mind--
You're gonna here me roar.
Cuz soon my blood will be
all but washed away.
You're gonna hear me roar.
One more injection to kill the pain,
Two more pills just to slow my brain,
Three more days 'till my body's a dead weight.
If all that's done is done, I don't think there's a way
to reach out from the grave and make the cannibals pay.
If all this fades away, what will remain of me?
I'll be damned
if you're gonna take me for the ride.
If I could use my hands,
don't think I wouldn't strangle you,
end this lie,
then shake the devil's hand.
If all that's done is done, I don't think there's a way
to reach out from the grave and make the cannibals pay.
If all this fades away, what will remain of me?
I'll be damned
if you're gonna take me for the ride.
If I could use my hands,
don't think I wouldn't strangle you,
end this lie,
then shake the devil's hand.
Spilling blood on the desert sand.
Spitting blood on the desert sand.
Spilling blood, now my body's a dead weight.

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