grew up on southern morals and values
tears from a clown there's no more humor in this cartoon
pain turns addiction I no longer argue
nothing left in life I'm in too deep and gone way too soon
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nothing is ever as good as it seems
awake from guilt inside my own nightmares, scared by my own screams
lonely so i give my heart to my country
I didn't defend freedom, killing for food, no hope i was homeless and hungry
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everlasting pain and a few meals for my service to you
I'm consumed by my night but don't fear darkness you can make it through
Pruitt becomes Latin for parasite, harmful to my host
my last meal, synoptic to my brothers but eaten alone,midnight chow pizza and french toast
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like all my friends all my hero's are dead and gone
left alone as a coward, without honor I'm returning home
betrayed by all, my homeland is now my combat zone
I'm left behind, coward without a crown an idea without a throne
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desperate for a dollar, keep my image it will not feed me
born with a life sentence punished with poverty
God gives a psycho compassion, I can feel pain but never free
guilty, my integrity dies with me, home turns hell, a death penalty turns plea
