Business Casualty (bonus)
Every Time I Die
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Blood letting just to slake
The lust of the little fangs
Writhing around the trough.
Oh how they run.
While my love,
Back home at our infirmary,
Is drying up.
Her heart beat is on hold
So if tomorrow finds her dead,
I'll blame the ones that "loved" me best;
That worthless lying crowd of snakes
And the committee of pigs
That suck on the breast of a pregnant pen
And then shit out promises.
I'm chastened by a spiteful
And unrelenting "gift"
like a horse at the end of a whip,
Like a horse at the end of a whip,
Still holding up.
My love, she doesn't reap what I sow.
We cannot dine on bread alone.
Give me the fuck what I am owed.
'Cause daddy needs a new pair of shoes
And my girl is too gold to be blue.
I have given you everything,
But it is never enough.
My heart beat is on hold.
My heart beat is on hold.
My heart beat is on hold.