Every time I see their faces
Laughing and smiling in my way
I wish I could burn all these places
Where my steps have been trying to
say that I needed help and love
When they threw in my face
hate and salt
That like a toy with me they play
But there's something they don't know
How hard will be the price they'll pay
And for a long long time
Just before they get my hide
Before they cut my hair
My mind and body have been shocked
My poor head still is stoned
They'll not be a long time in clover
Because they don't want to remember
That I could fall at their feet
Or be dying in the street
That like a toy with me they play
But there's something they don't know
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