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18 hours a day
7 days a week
Locked up in this godforsaken joint
Anything you say
I turn the other cheek
You'd be amazed what one will do at gun-point
Heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
Won't you heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
Had me dig a grave
When men without no soul
Beat my friend to death when she escaped
A new millennium slave
Stuck in a hellhole
A piece of property, born to be raped
Heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
Won't you heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
I was sold, a thousand dollars flat
Mondays are slow, special leftover fee
Won't get old, I am aware of that
But I'll go freeâ¦
Heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
Won't you heal me, please heal me
I need something bad, something to call my own
- Album:
- Cooking With Pagans
- Land Of The Freaks
- Spanking Hour
- Appetizer
- Miscellaneous
- Dead Soul Men
- Freak Kitchen
- Move
- Junk Tooth
- Organic
- Compilation Rock Hard 43
- Compilation promo
- Sweden Rock Festival (Best 0f 2005/2006, Vol. 2)
- Sweden Rock Festival (Best Of 2005 / 2006, Vol. 2)
- Confusion To The Enemy
- Morons