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Be like a rug, hashed out in clubAnd it's all for my better menI'll give you a rib, with the mirror all dried upWhen it's not much but a widow's giftIn the right raise of sunIf you squint hard enoughThere can be only one like itI'd write you a song, for all men to be oneAnd I'll sing it from a place of prideI can sing over most and I'd gladly be the hostBut most often I just hang my head and cryThere's a song beneath the earthThere is eyes within the dirtUnder the nails of a working manDrug in by the rain, all the crooked ways I thinkA wish as in a mood to dieBut life, it is good, no matter how far you sinkSometimes sitting still is better than to dropWhen you're down in a holeWhen your heart's weighed down like goldThere is a hand that can reach you there From Letras Mania