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Dirty Hands Empty Pockets / Already Gone

There's a righteous fool among the weak
Where a fallen man is bitter sweet
And with his soul he defecates
Into this world he filled with hate
All your lies have turned to logic
And you got nothing in your pocket

Who? You!

The truth is hard to find
When you got survival on your mind
If you promise not to tattle
I'll bring your son back home from battle
And keep you floating on your feet
So you feel alive, but your really asleep

Who? You!

You observed it from the start
Now you're a million miles apart
As we bleed another nation
So you can watch you favorite station
Now you eyes pop out your sockets
Dirty hands and empty pockets

Who? You!

Homemade deception now a source of pride
You can take all you want, old lady 'cause God knows I've tried
Truth be known it was never shown
Run like hell it comes as no surprise
One day you will see what it feels like to be free
Remember me when you're safe at home
I'm already gone!
Yes, sir!

The man said we're gonna do it alone
We're gonna give it to him till they bleed
Gonna laid it on 'em til they're gone
Then give them everything they need

Truth be shown, future stays unknown
Give 'em hell every single time
One day you will see when you're six feet down like me
Remember me when you're safe at home
Yes sir! I'm already gone!

"Attention"
"Fire when ready"
"Kill that son of a bitch"
"Get up"

Get on, get on, get on, get up
Get on, get on, get on, get up
Get on, get on, get on, get up
Get on, get on, get on, get up
Get on, gonna lock and load
Gonna give it to 'em when they're hazy
Get on, lay your mothers down
Gonna give it to 'em till they're crazy

Truth be shown, future stays unknown
Give 'em hell every single time
One day you will see when you're six feet down like me
Remember me when you're safe at home
I'm already gone! Yes sir!

Writer(s): Corrosion Of Conformity, Mike Dean, Pepper Keenan, Stanton Moore, Woody Weatherman

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