Testo Slave

Slave To an early grave To that bed you made Now you've got to lay down in it Slave Slave See now what you've done See what you've become You know that I see right through it Slave They bradned you Too much of a good thing Black and blue You wear it like some ball and chain Slave Slave Dig your lovers tomb What you trying to do now Come on, let's get down to it Slave Yeah they branded you Too much of a good thing Black and blue You wear it like some ball and chain Slave (Whose shoes are you trying to fill? Who's driving you up that hill?) When I was young And I must have been naive For every word of every lie I would believe I would still belong To a love that's strong And I'd be free When I was young And I know I was naive For every word of every lie I would believe I could still belong To a love that's strong And I'd be free (Whose shoes are you trying to fill? Who's driving you up that hill?)