U.S. Bombs - The Gow lyrics

rate me

Kill me I need the rest

Put me out of misery

Whole jungle on my shoulders my back's gonna break

I'm a slowe for the gow

Slave labor to slave

And drag around

Needle's broken in the ditch of burned out veins

I point out the problem three fingers point at me

I'm a slowe for the gow/ For the gow for the gow

Slave labor to slave/ I drag myself around

I can't live without the thought of something killing me

Service for the sick a minute takes a month

Service for the sick in the heat of a cold sweat

For the gow, for the gow

I won't put my shovel down

For the gow, for the gow

I cannot be found

I keep working to get well I guess I never will

No more grass from shanty town I graduated to the gow

To the gow

To the gow

I'm a slowe for the gow

Slave labor to slave

For the gow, for the gow

Drag myself around