Dead Confederate
Mob Scene
Hail hail, God's dead, I'm wetSoaked in a Roman bath of gold and greenBack back, hard stares, envyGotta get clean I got my maker to meetDown down, hard ground, mob sceneThe Proles in the gallery are letting off steamBack back, handshakes, crooked smilesHad enough of hangin' round just so you can take what's mine
From Letras Mania