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K S Choice God In My Bed

, someone standing next to me It's hard to do, it's hard to try, hard to stop wondering why? Do I keep filing every case, when the answer's on your face

to be the man that I am? A god among men, only without the tan It's simple, every time I have to make a choice I just listen to my little inner voice

stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave

the jailcells, goverment go to hell Cause politics is just another word for crime [Gunshot] Oh, what was that? That's another word for my fucking 9-millimeter It's