Into the Ground
They like it when you are strapped with a noose around your neck
And when you ask for more, nothing left but tears
They wanna grind ya down to the fucking ground
'Til the day you're six feet under that ground
And when the tables turn, your hands around their neck
They are fighting back with dirty politics
And when you ask for more, nothing left but tears
They wanna grind ya down to the fucking ground
'Til the day you're six feet under that ground
And when the tables turn, your hands around their neck
They are fighting back with dirty politics
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Writer(s): Brian Zobel, Darrel Wojick, Mike Caputo
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