I had to come here There was nowhere to go They’re gonna follow My boot tracks in the snow The ice is falling And it’s mixing with ash Thirty people killed With the strike of a match
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Don’t ask me questions darling There is no time What I call justice Well they call it a crime I find no joy in this Or anything else They make me suffer While they add up their wealth
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You gotta help me darling I’m feeling sick Just smash my skull in With the back of that brick It won’t be easy No, nor will it be hard It’s just unnerving Like the eye of a storm
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Don’t even breathe my darling Don’t make a sound I see their flashlights poking ‘Round and around Look at that lynching mob Their eyes sick with hope man! Their greatest joy Will be my neck in the rope
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