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Stumble
03:18
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You saved my life, there’s no dispute
Rotting lies traded for fresh fruit
You met my brother in 2008
The first thing you asked for was cocaine
It wasn’t one encounter that sealed his fate
But this culture of disregard shoulders the blame
So here’s your head on a silver plate
And all the guests are entertained
There’s no one here that’s left to save
Since I’m here to throw stones
I’ll tear down a glass house of my own
I didn’t put the joint to his lips, but I passed it over when I took a hit
I handed him a beer when he got out of jail
The only thing he learned was how to fail
Every hit another nail in the tomb
Every drink another fucking excuse
Too blind to see what we can lose
Only think of ourselves when we choose
Now you’re out on bail and I haven’t been around
You’re alone in that trailer and you’ll never make it out
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Red State
03:35
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The mills been abandoned since I've been alive
They climb the silo at the glass plant to get high
Walmart distribution forklift nights
The American dream has choked and died
So, I show up to vote when they find who to blame
If we run them out of town and make sure to lock the gates
The factories come back, the town will make its place
To manufacture useless shit for our heroes at the bank
Nobody
Can take away from me
My place at the factory
Nobody
I just want to see
My share of whats coming to me
We can solve the world’s problems at the corner store
Leave the women at home, knees to the floor
This town hasn’t changed in three decades
Except industry left us for a cheaper state
And With my gun to my chest I have no fear
I hear Moscow’s nice this time of year
I'll vote for a crook as long as he's white
No woman can decide how I live my life
Nobody
Is who I want to be
On the line at the factory
Nobody
Who I want to be
Disposable tool of industry
I'm starting to think these fuckers have lied
I lost my healthcare and my taxes on the rise
My pension’s going down in flames
I put the trailer in my mama’s name
But I still have my rifle and my bulletproof vest
I wish these guns could cure the cancer in my chest
These cigarettes are making me short of breath
The house is repossessed, my wife has left
my kids have been taken by DSS
Nobody
I don’t want to be
Collateral damage for the economy
Nobody
Discount realty
Drainage ditch waterfront property
Nobody
We're all gonna be
In the ground at the cemetery
Nobody
Please God Help me
Just another nameless casualty
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