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Testo Street Corner Gospel
Testo Street Corner Gospel
Fuck the world, that's your motto
Like an outlaw desperado
Now with nothing left to lose
so I drown my pain in booze
But I turn to the rock of ages
Cause one sin is contagious
Any more is just outrageous
But I live life how I chose
and I said I
I ain't got nothing left to lose
And I said I
sit on my porch and think of you
and I ask why
Why I keep singing this same old song
cause in my life
They keep me hanging on
24 k marathon riot
I'm living my life on a hate fueled diet
Black and milds in one hand and a bottle of jack
Fighting life every day until the heart attack
I'm the 13th apostle With a street corner gospel
And put my best foot forward
Still end up sounding hostile
and I said I
I ain't got nothing left to lose
And I said I
sit on my porch and think of you
and I ask why
Why I keep singing this same old song
cause in my life
They keep me hanging on
And now not even god can save us
cause these demons they enslave us
And I still got the same problems
that I had yesterday
Wake up in the morning
Rub my eyes and I'm still yawning
Is it the bible or the bottle
Guess I'll find out tomorrow
Like an outlaw desperado
Now with nothing left to lose
so I drown my pain in booze
But I turn to the rock of ages
Cause one sin is contagious
Any more is just outrageous
But I live life how I chose
and I said I
I ain't got nothing left to lose
And I said I
sit on my porch and think of you
and I ask why
Why I keep singing this same old song
cause in my life
They keep me hanging on
24 k marathon riot
I'm living my life on a hate fueled diet
Black and milds in one hand and a bottle of jack
Fighting life every day until the heart attack
I'm the 13th apostle With a street corner gospel
And put my best foot forward
Still end up sounding hostile
and I said I
I ain't got nothing left to lose
And I said I
sit on my porch and think of you
and I ask why
Why I keep singing this same old song
cause in my life
They keep me hanging on
And now not even god can save us
cause these demons they enslave us
And I still got the same problems
that I had yesterday
Wake up in the morning
Rub my eyes and I'm still yawning
Is it the bible or the bottle
Guess I'll find out tomorrow
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