I'm gonna make sure he's good and gone I'm gonna make sure he's good and dead Good and gone, good and dead Tonight before I lay my head
I'm gonna make sure he knows his place Wipes that smile off of his face Find a way to lay him low I know some things that he don't know
Rich man has his money What can a poor man claim? What can a poor man call his own? Pawns of another rich man's game
He lights a fire to distract From all the things that we have lost Fiery fingers point and blame And burn into a fiery cross
Something so old and on the brink Somewhere so cold and set in stone It's easier than you would think To break him down and break his bones
Take his joy that carried on Tear after tear, dawn after dawn To take him from the ones he loved And who loved him, and make him goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
