| I have to laugh instead of cry when I’m carried to my cross
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| Beaten, kicked and left to die, I come back from this loss
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| Three-piece suits, they look like hell and then tell me what to say
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| The dollar signs and the politics, determine what I play, yeah
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| No one sees, what I see, in this living hell
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| Chorus:
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| Day after day I get put to the test,
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| Lead by the blind, which way is West
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| Someone once told me I know what’s best
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| And all I can say is, Gob Bless, God Bless, God Bless this Mess
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| God Bless this Mess, God Bless this Mess, God Bless this Mess
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| Snakes are many and my friends are few, A handshake and a smile
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| Forgotten names and the money is gone, they hate my guts in style
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| Apathy is not my name because I care a lot
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| I’ve worked too hard and prayed too long, and I refuse to rot, yeah, yeah
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| If you could see, what I see, you would turn and walk away
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| Chorus:
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| Day after day I get put to the test,
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| Lead by the blind, which way is West
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| Someone once told me I know what’s best
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| And all I can say is, Gob Bless, God Bless, God Bless this Mess
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| God Bless this Mess, God Bless this Mess, God Bless this Mess
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| Solo:
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| Break down: Huhh, huhh, huhh, (scream)
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| If you could see, what I see, it would blow your fucking mind
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