Memory

Met my maker
Slit their throat
Bathe in a memory
I hope they all choke

Hang my head low
Soaked in the blood
Of so many
I can't go home

Looked into your eyes
Saw a coward yelling in an empty room

Yell as loud as thunder
You can feel the rain
Taste the stale air
Wipe the dirt off your scarred knees

Yell as loud as thunder
You can feel the rain
Taste the stale air
Wipe the dirt off your fucking knees

Looked into your eyes
Saw a coward yelling in an empty room

Met my maker
Slit their throat
Bathe
In a memory
I hope they all
Choke ...

Met my maker
Slit their throat
Bathe in a memory
I hope they all choke



Credits
Writer(s): Roy Ayers, Edwin Birdsong, William Henry Allen
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