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Something you should know about Bury The Hatchet Lyrics Title: Protest The Hero - Bury The Hatchet lyrics Artist: Protest The Hero Lyrics Visitors: 6918 visitors have hited Bury The Hatchet Lyrics since May 27, 2008. Place your justice in my palm and then I'll make fist Punch your grimaced face until every last knuckle breaks And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk painting A mangled body twitching and regaining consciousness and closure Attempting composure before a bullet in the mouth answers the questions of exposure And God of Sunday School façades and paycheques to validate the time I served abroad It all means nothing if I forget why I'm here To serve and protect my fist over fist mind under matter career That's why a man sounds kind of funny when he falls to his knees With his hand on his throat while he begs you to please spare his life While I explain the hardest of bodies dulls the softest of knives Then I hold up his chin and carve X's in his eyes I swear I have compassion I've just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life Because I am the prison guard Fans who visit this lyrics also like: Maybe you are looking for: Protest The Hero - Bury The Hatchet Lyrics for mp3 Protest The Hero - Bury The Hatchet Lyric Protest The Hero - Bury The Hatchet Letras Protest The Hero - Bury The Hatchet Songtexte Protest The Hero - Bury The Hatchet Lyrique Protest The Hero - Bury The Hatchet Testo Protest The Hero - Bury The Hatchet Referencias Tips to look for free audio clips (Don't use those tips to download illegally. To buy music is always the best way to support your idols) |
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