16 - Misfortune Teller
Right on the door, the notice post up15 days so you can vacate
You can live but you can't stay here
No food on the table, no bags for the dead
Aim the arrow at my fucking head
I'd rather be locked up than feel this free, free
Outstretched hands
Are the ends
Of broken men
To help and hurt
To make things worse
Life is cursed
How you going to learn
When all you do is turn
Your back on us all
Kick you when you're, down
The bars on the windows, the knocks at the door
You're further in debt than you were before
You can live but you can't stay here
The wandering eyes and the nervous twitch
Medications won't scratch the itch
I'd rather be locked up than feel this free, free
I don't expect you to understand
These are the terms of the promised land
promised land
promised land
Written by:
ALEXANDER SHUSTER, ROBERT FERRY
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