Tekster:
Ten Foot Pole Bad Mother Trucker

i couldve lied the truth a needle in your eye the wound a band-aid wont heal but i persist and try to tell it like it is whats the point if were not

If I lose all respect for you Can I still call you friend? Why expose myself to disappointment Over and over again? The cycle has to end [Chorus] Can

prison walls outside your cell a bloody tyrant falls no shots were fired he said you were weak you turned every cheek and turned the brute away [Chorus