OBEY THE TROOPER - Friends at the burial ground

Digging through the cold dirt
Bitching cause my head hurts
Can you take away my name
Crashing through the windshield
Stranger in a black veil
Can you take away my pain
Take away my name
Stating the obvious
I gotta get back to you
It always rains on this side of town
Making new friends at the burial ground
Chin up slow down
Death comes way too fast
Waiting for the reapers hand
Blasted to oblivion
Singing for our lost souls
Clinging to our past woes
Our shame is the same
Clawing from the coffin
Calling the forgotten
Can you share my pain
It always rains on this side of town
Making new friends at the burial ground
Chin up slow down
Death comes way too fast
Waiting for the reapers hand
Blasted to oblivion
Waiting for the reapers hand
Blasted to
Pick it up turn me out put it down
Pick it up put me down
I don't need no devil in a suit and tie
Selling me telling me how to live my life
Think I'm gonna need just a little time
Insanity and tragedy helped to find my mind
Their calling it healthcare a chemical warfare
Enough funds and you'll be fine

Written by:
Jon Warren

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