They see my face and there they go
Broke down, busted
They've seen my heart enough to know
It can't be trusted
Pay my alms in withered tones
A shotgun mortal
I keep my hands inside my home
In case they're idle
Owe my soul
Sold my river to cross
They sing me songs and leave me notes
But I don't read them
Told me lies
To give me hope
But I don't need it
Bon Secourse is in my arms
She'll be my treatment
An honest man can have no charms
They fall for reason

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