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Headbent silence, Beggin’ for guidance to come. Can’t wait to be grown and tall, Then here it comes like a wrecking ball.
Here it comes. Cut your tube, set you loose, I’ll set you loose. That body gonna tire Body gonna bruise. Your body will bruise You’ll love that worn out woman, But you’ll find a girl to take you away. And all your little children, Gonna love your tired ass just the same.
You’ll get used to it, Beatin’ on your own ear drums. It seems nobody comes, Nobody cares about nothin’ at all. We stuck, screamin’ at the top of our lungs. Scream it out the top of our lungs! Ah!
You’ll love a wild woman, Cause who else gonna love you so mad. See all of your grandkids, And pray to God it won’t be as bad. Then here it comes. Here it comes oh yeah. But we just as tough. We just as tough as nails In a ten dollar bag.