Close your eyes, think of me, think of all the things you could have been
And before you go to close the door, with your conscience on the floor
Kill the lies, tell the truth, tell the world the truth of me and you
Then perhaps your memory will find the heavy weight upon your mind
There he sits, by the fire, sipping his ice cold beer
The minute he talks, he's a liar, and he's grinning from ear to ear
What does he believe? Does he worry? Is he frightened of the things he's done?
Has he been told not to worry? He's so good at being on the run
Does he spend his life counting out his money? Does he spend his life counting out the time?
And the people he's killed hope they get him while they can, just before he goes to sleep
Just before he goes to sleep
Does he spend his life counting out his money? Does he spend his life counting out the time?
Well is he a fake? Is he the showman that the papers write about each day?
The man at the top, above the law man, just forget about all the things they say
You threaten your life, you cause destruction, and he licks the blood above his knee
To put up a fight, his only function, as he fights into the hall of fame
Does he spend his life counting out his money? Does he spend his life counting out the time?
And the people he's killed hope they get him while they can, just before he goes to sleep
Just before he goes to sleep
Just before he goes to sleep
Just before he goes to sleep
Just before he goes to sleep
Just before he goes to sleep
Just before he goes to sleep
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