Wrestling

Wrestling - Pro-pain- One Man Army lyrics

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Beat down like a pile of junk 
Politically incorrect 
We knew he deserved the best But he never got no respect 
Six kids and an empty wallet 
With a hole the size of a dime 
Not a dollar or a dream to boot 
He thanks God for a hell of a time 
Here lies the middle class 
What once was is now past 
Our forefathers spent their lives cultivating this ? 
One man army born and bred 
Never cared much what no one said 
Worked all dat till his fingers bled 
He was a one man army 
One day he bought a shotgun 
And went home and sat on the bed 
He downed more than a couple of drinks 
That put the 's' word in his mouth 
So the future is not so bright when everything looks so dim 
Then he tought about who he loves 
But thought more about who loves him 
Too much pain and no gain 
Suck the blood from my veins 
I work too hard to have you 
Take it all away 
I see red when you see green 
Kill us all when we turn 18 
If oppertunity ever knocked 
I guess we weren't home


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Language: English

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