Oh yeah, yeah.
Oh yeah, yeah.
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah, yeah.
Oh yeah, yeah.
Oh yeah.
The knife you're carrying
is not enough to kill your mother
The sharp knife of your hand
will send you to the door of prison
Oh yeah, yeah.
Oh yeah, yeah.
Oh yeah.
The
tears in your eyes can't fall their hearts
The wound in the soul doesn't mean anything
It's really black,
now it's starting to get dark
It's really black,
the day of your death
You're not proud of your back,
you're proud of your experience
You scream and try to fight
Brain going mad with the burden of walking
Oh yeah, yeah,
oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah.
Oh yeah,
yeah, oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah.
I'm not gonna die.
I'm not gonna die.
I'm not gonna die.
I'm not gonna die.
You got
a
man
a man
who can
have
a
man
who can
who can