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coffin salesman - an amputation for the prizefighter كلمات الأغنية

there’s no need to cry
once the hammer hits the bone

there are somethings in this world
you gonna need to do on your own

and the doctor he comes with a sly little smile and says
“son, it’s all just a fl!ck of the wrist”

and you try to ignore the phantom pain
but the morphine don’t do sh_t

and now you’ll never get to wear the holy crown
and you’ll spend the rest of your life just looking down

but the rain falls hard the losing kind/
you fall to your knees but they pay no mind
the fraying ends of the ties that bind
better k!ll the pain now. before it dies

now your mother sits in her cold apartment
she don’t know how she’s gonna pay the rent

all that money you earned down the tracks
by now it’s long been spent

and you swear you got everything you need
down by the liquor store
and you’re praying so tight for that day
you won’t feel this way anymore

and you’re cursing god for your broken calibration
while you’re standing outside the grand union station

but the rain falls hard the losing kind/
you fall to your knees but they pay no mind
the fraying ends of the ties that bind
better k!ll the pain now. before it dies

now you keep your head down while you walk down these roads there’s a fl!cker round here
but that debt collector he knows yeah that motherf_cker walks around with your pride like a dog on a leash. and you beg everyday in the street but you get no relief

now moms with their kids they try not to stare and they walk right on by like you ain’t even there. and it hurts so bad to be so unprepared, boy running wild or just running scared

and the weight falls the hardest on the tall
must hurt so bad to feel so small
but that grief in your prodigal mind
these criminal hands and they’re criminals minds
you can take it way down the line
what they promised to you they just lied

now the end of the day is coming in close
and you’re walking around like a homecoming ghost
thinking of paths you shouldn’t of chose
booze on your breath and burnholes in your clothes

now all through the night, you crawl and you creep
trying to find a good place to sleep
and you pray but you never rise
call them up and say goodbye
yeah for all this wasted
close your eyes and say goodnight
close your eyes and say goodnight
they always say to enjoy the ride before you go
just don’t let the bad blood show

- coffin salesman

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