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Cold and filthy and out of hope You'll find me at the end of my rope Human garbage, trash in the streets Wave a white flag in total defeat
Your food looks good through the window I see cash out on the table But the cops say begging's out of line Being hungry is my latest crime
I can't believe it's come to this No way out, no place to piss
No honor, no mercy, but no shame I'm losing at a cheater's game I'm your product, I'm your legacy As long as there's rich men there'll be men like me
Now I lay me down to sleep In this cold hole my soul to keep If I should die before I wake Remember me for my brother's sake
Hard to believe it has come to this No way out, no place to piss
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