Slave to the Grind

Turn on the TV, 'cause I got nowhere to go Seems that there's a little trouble down in Mexico A 13-year-old boy robs a store so he can eat And they got him doing time while killers walk the streets A hungry politician is the wolf that's at the door H

Check out Clementine Cleanin' needles in her wine Face down in her one-eyed world With her brain-dead valentine She'll be your zombie, your livin' dead Her sweet corruption It's gonna make you, gonna break you Ohh yeah, she said... Haunt my house of

4. Quicksand Jesus She caught the melting sky It burned but still the winter passes by and by To the other side A slow parade of wind That blows through threes That wilted with the season's children Are we saved by the words of bastard saints Do we l

You got me forced to crack my lids in two I'm still stuck inside the rubber room I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind I'm just another gear in the assembly line-oh no The noose gets tighter around my throat But I ain't at the end of my rope '

Outside my window there's a Whole lot of trouble comin' The cartoon killers and the Rag cover clones Stack heals kickin' rhythm Of social circumcision Can't close the closet on a Shoe box full of bones Kangaroo lady with her bourbon in a pouch Can't

In a darkened room 在这幽暗的角落 Beyond the reach of God faith 圣光无法照射之处 Lies the wounded, the shattered remains of love betrayed 满目疮痍 残留着背叛的爱的碎片 And the innocense of a child is bought and sold 孩子的纯真已被待价而沽 In the name of the damned 永恒的诅咒之下 The rage of the a

wasted time You and i together in our lives Sacred ties would never fray Then why can′t i let myself tell lies And watch you die every day I think back to the times When dreams were what mattered Tough talking youth naivete You said you never let me