Don't Bend

There is no reward for your faith
Get board, live long, then die on planes
There will be no arrival
I can feel it
I'm just sayin

Don't tell, don't lie
Don't be, don't try

Not one to shit on your parade
But no money leant is money made
There will be no survival without murder
So keep playing

Don't leave
Soft eyes
It's nice
It's nice
Oh, come on
Fine

Is it so bad?
Falling from the ells?
I feel if I get under
I might get goin
So if I get home I'll leave a rose



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Francis Wood
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