Lyrics

Father what's the issue with your children? They're acting like the convicts, like I won't fucking kill them They act like im them im not one in a billion I am the Devil's son I have no fucking feelings Your skin tightens up at the sight of a killing My conscience giving up saying how I should be living I know I need to change and im ready God willing But I gave more than I took I only took the cards they're dealing Oh Would you kill? Would you kill? You say can You say you will Are you real? Are you real? Are you ready for that cage of cold steel? My soul is scattered across the street This city is in pieces It's fed upon by roaches and the rats and the leeches I've participated in murderer in murder its left me sleepless I put my hands together and I kneel and pray to Jesus Oh, You should pray too Pray that his jams up Because i've done this before I'll clam up Get on the floor put your mother-fucking hands up God make room i'm about to send a man up Are you tough? That ain't enough You've gotta rust every place that I touch Would you kill? Would you kill? I've been under the knife been in front of the gun I have no fear We don't turn and run where i'm from We shoot our way out of here I've been to hell and back (Gunfight) I grit my teeth and do my time And I just watch this world pass me by And I just sit and wonder why Does everything I touch die? (This place is eating me alive Place pennies in both of my eyes when I die This place is eating me alive) Would you kill? Would you kill? You say can You say you will Are you real? Are you real? Are you ready for that cage of cold steel? Mother-fucker are you tough? That ain't enough You've gotta rust every place that I touch Would you kill? Would you kill? You say you can You say you will Fuck
Writer(s): Eugene Gill, David Gunn, Andrew Beal, Andrew Workman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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