A.K.P. - Jamaica Jerk

Feel the soil fill up your mouth
Feel the warmth of maggots crawling in
Your excuse for skin
When the sun came out your mouth
Turned the moon back into doubt, yeah
Feel the policeman at your door
Seems they want to talk to your mom some more
Bulletholes in sheets
Feel the anguish of your relatives
Standing by your grave
Talking could have saved
When the sun came out your mouth
Turned the moon back into doubt, yeah

Written by:
Alexander King

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