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Do you want to be sad_

I don’t care about the fame
Or the money, or my name
All the whispers that they say
Fade away, they fade away

My mind
It’s been a-hummin’, hummin’
I think it’s time for somethin’, somethin’

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

All the things that don’t exist
In the world, the universe
They don’t matter in the end
That’s a blessing, not a curse

My mind
It’s been a-hummin’, hummin’
I think it’s time for somethin’, somethin’

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

I’m not chasing what they chase
I just found my better place
I’m not running from the night
I’m just shining in the light

And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy
And I don’t know why
But I’m just happy

I'm just happy (Pure Rock reload)

Pain Behind A Grin

Yeah   Midnight in the south side

money is the root of all evil
every dollar every euro every peso every pound
they all need to be bound 
and gagged 
incarcerated, or put into the ground
handcuffed 
incinerated or buried never to be found
taken prisoner
deprived of liberty
stripped of rights
and thrown into the
darkness of solitary
and confined
with no 
privileges
or 
yard 
time
you gotta keep those cons
from escaping in the cons
that this world will
constantly try on
the world 
will make
any 
attempt 
to break
your currency out
of your pocket
keep your prison
locked down
like alcatraz
like alcatraz
like
alcatraz
if you want the rule of your
delight
to prevail over the whore
with her sights
on everything you think is yours
money
is a whore
is a whore

keep your prison
locked down
like alcatraz
like alcatraz
like
alcatraz
if you want the rule of your
delight
to prevail over the whore
with her sights
on everything you think is yours
money
money
keep your prison
locked down
like alcatraz
like alcatraz
like
keep your prison
locked down
like alcatraz
keep your prison
locked down
like alcatraz
like alcatraz
like
alcatraz
if you want the rule of your
delight
to prevail over the whore
with her sights
on everything you think is yours
money
money
is a whore
is a whore
money is the root of all evil
every dollar every euro every peso every pound
they all need to be bound 
and gagged 
incarcerated, or put into the ground
handcuffed 
incinerated or buried never to be found
taken prisoner
deprived of liberty
stripped of rights
and thrown into the
darkness of solitary
and confined
with no 
privileges
or 
yard 
time
keep your prison
locked down
like alcatraz
like alcatraz
like
alcatraz
if you want the rule of your
delight
to prevail over the whore
with her sights
on everything you think is yours
money
is a whore

money (work in progress)

In between (my) days

Lyrics:

"Six feet under? Nah, I ain’t departed.
Buckle up, my brothers; I’m just gettin’ started."

Grave dirt cracked, I rose in flame,
Carved my truth from a world of shame.
Hands still bleeding, boots still worn,
Been dead before, I’m just reborn.
Knuckles hit gravel, dust kicks high,
Grin full of trouble, fire in my eye.

Smoke in my lungs, mud on my hands,
Ain’t got much, but I still stand.

If the demons come calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up their ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

Told me “sit down,” but I stood my ground,
Kicked the door in when they came around.
Every scar’s a medal, every bruise a brand,
You ain’t alive till you learn to stand.
World tried to crush me, I bit back twice,
Carved my truth in blood and vice

Blood on my knuckles, grin on my jaw,
You can’t scare a man who’s seen it all.

If the demons come calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up their ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

Death carved my name into stone too soon,
I walked right out of that shallow tomb.
Tried to take my breath, I bit the rope,
Turned the gallows into a joke.
Cracked a grin, then laughed, “Not yet,”
“I ain’t cashed in all my debt.”

They dropped me low, said I’d rot and stay,
But I clawed right out...made the dirt obey.
Every scar I wear’s just proof I live,
Every shot they take just makes me give.

Ghost in the gears, crack in the chain,
Built in the smoke, baptized in pain.
They wrote me off ...I rewrote the book,
Now death steps back when I give that look.

Boots still stomp, jaw still set,
Ain’t met a grave that’s held me yet.
Tongue like brass, words like lead,
I spit 'til the silence bleeds instead.

I burn through fear, I laugh through hell,
Ain’t got a soul left to sell.
Six feet down, but I still fight,
Talk your talk ...I live that bite.

Grit in my teeth, pulse in my head,
Blood in my hands says I’m not dead.

If death comes calling to break my will,
I’ll put a foot up its ass, just for the thrill.
Six feet under, dirt on my face,
Still throwing punches in my resting place.

"Nope...this ain't my dying day motherfucker!"

Six Feet Under

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Do you want to be sad_

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