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D I What Good Is Grief To A God

in it! [Chorus:] It's a modern day Romanhood. You're not the first to be no good. You'll never know what kind of life it is. Eating sweet and plenty

a clone. Cable t.v. in every home, programming you...you just don't know. Don't live a life of sin, be a mannequin. Life is a game, you're just like a

sorry, so sorry Sinning artsist Max... You can see nothing, feel nothing, see nothing, feel nothing Cuz what the eyes can't see the heart won't grief What good is grief to a

Down with the arms race, to keep the otehr in its place. Bombs flying in the night, like a rabid dog bite. Newspapers all the same, media, a brainwash

like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? I pray to God that I'm dreaming, I know my family Wouldn't take

I'm walkin' Damn, can't a bitch breathe? Gimmie room, please I'm in the paper e'ry day if I piss or sneeze I used to ride in a rental Lebaron Now you

their fears Can I make it better? Can I ease the pain That they are going through? What can I do? what can I do? I say goodbye to you cruel world, I

a crazy man I'm in a cowboy band Got a pile of sins to pay for and I ain't got time to hide I'd walk through a blazing fire, baby If I knew, you was

I'm not a man of the quitting kind but I never felt so blue As I sat there gazing at that stiff and studying what I'd do Then I rose and I kicked off