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Bread Been Too Long On The Road

tiny form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been

Chorus It's whatever however we say they go. The weather's warm fire hydrant want pave me road. Ease me to whatever front porch we been on onnn. So all

long road Anything worth sumthin izthought of quittin Yea I have But I aint the type to quit I'm from a region That was over looked for too long So my

bass and drums Amen Well I'll never get tired of Jesus But it's been a heavy load Carrying in His precious love Down a long dirt road We're a long way

death. For Christ's sake how long? How long, oh Lord, how long? Still we lay prostrate before a stylised figure on a crucifix. As if the stone fool might

for too long so my struggle's that much harder thank im leavin boy ya wrong i gotta fanbase and i aint even on a label im pushin units make bread right

to sleep So we walked around the corner And we found a cheap motel We knew we couldn't afford it But we said, "Oh well" When you've been on the train

form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been gassin

that teacher shit there's too much cheese to get and if Jesus exists just don't believe in it Eat the bread of wickedness join The Global Satanists