Care not for the men who wonder
Straw that broke your back, you're under
Cast all them aside who care
Empty eyes and dead end stare
Pre-chorus:
Don't you know that none are blind
To the lie, and you think I don't find..
what you hide?
Chorus:
What in God's name have you done?
Stick your arm for some real fun
For the horse you've grown much fonder
Than for me, that I don't ponder
As the hair of one who bit you
Smiling bite your own self, too
Pre-chorus:
And I think that you're not blind
To the ones you left behind..
I'll be here
Chorus:
What in God's name have you done?
Stick your arm for some real fun.. AAH!!
So be yearning all your life
Twisting, turning like a knife
Pre-chorus:
Now you know the reasons why
Can't get high, or you will die..
Or you'll die
Chorus:
What in God's name have you done?
Stick your arm for some real fun
So your sickness weighs a ton
And God's name is smack for some
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