This is all I wanted from life
to carry a sword and knife
he says he can sleep
under stars so weep
the mighty out looker
throws a blind right hooker
over the fallen stranger
who cries with a tear later
we say the law will guide
yet they fail with their slide
falling under a wet tear
because of a sworn fear
this is a disquieted plea
on how a world wins fee
give me your money
so I can share some honey
the law quarts protection
while the days coated in silicon
fall from high above
at never feeling love
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