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God willing to beat me up, Beat me down again And I'm willing to say nothing at all Caught killing in the name of the father and the ghost And I am spilling my guts out on the floor Everything's alright, everything's okay And you know I didn't want this anyway Everything's on fire, everything's gone gray And you know we wouldn't have it any other way This is a song for the broken-hearted This is a break for the broken They're selling a whole lot of nothing - nothing we want We're oiling a rusty, dead machine It's telling to take a look around and around and around and around and we all decided to get off this sit-and-spin and shit-and-spit So have your way with no direction - have your way Have your wayward sons disown you From Letras Mania