Lyrics : barney greenway / music : mitch harris

Someone wants me dead
From the neck and upwards.
Rope weaved by these hands,
Box of my toils.

Coerced - dazed by a suckerpunch.
Reeling - believing that these are the dues.

Pitch back - throwback to a chastised youth.
No quarter - stifled under a stich-up hood.

To be made an example
Will stauch my deviant flow.
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Held a lever that only I can pull.
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.

Bigots want my head
On a plate to sound-out.

Probing - exposing delicate core to full view.
Damning - programming etiquette to suit.

To dissect and reset
Will staunch my deviant flow.

Held a lever that only I can pull.
Need a trauma to silence my loose tongue.
Group constrictor.
Throttling a bond.
Call a cull to silence our loose tongues.