A fresh idol for a suffering nation A clean lamb for your slaughtering elation Another victim of our need to be weak The lights are on the stage is set for
you Discouragement defined by all the times When everything just falls apart And your skeletons have broken down the door And left you there for dead
moment of weakness they've gone for the throat Prayers answered for the ruling classes, and we swallowed them whole Heads down and hands up our need for
, a God for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding Out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds, blasphemy as speaking Out we've asked for it for more of the
created A god for the poor, for bathory we're bleeding out the devil hicks in angelic shrouds Blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for more of
divine A fresh idol for a suffering nation a clean lamb for your slaughtering elation Another victim of our need to be weak The lights are on the stage is set for
into you Discouragement defined by all the times when everything just falls apart And your skeletons have broken down the door and left you there for
a moment of weakness they've gone for the throat Prayers answered for the ruling classes, and we swallowed them whole Heads down and hands up our need for
t hear you laugh I used to be a lot like you but now i'm only me Drink to pills to shots turns into shock a habit and a pawn For every hand goes round
and self gratified a tradition passed down to Our blood stained hands Give in give up Contented to strive for new worthless slogans We miss our potential for
real words. painful words. makes you look so cheap. you can't stand on your own. and i have ceased to care. digging. digging deeper. digging for your
live like i live, yall gotta a lil work but yall dont deal like we deal, yall dreamin bout some grands we a second from a mill, i brought sets wit my
be topless With nipples on swole Stiffer than those on triple gold's [Chorus: Shannon Sanders] Oooooh, Northern California We got somethin' for ya Northern California We got somethin' for
name backwards on the wall young girls tie ribbons around their slender throats trying to keep their heads on chocolate boy walks to icecream truck for
ain't no nigga from no street gon be playin, me bitch cause I'm trill, you ain't on my fuckin level you don't live like I live, ya'll gotta a lil work