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Sunday's Paycheck
Eat from my hand We'll reward you in the end For thousands before you have been set free And as time draws near we will christen your fear Like trail driven cattle, don't lend them your ear Peach be with you and, and also with you But may no peace fall down on those who don't sit in our pews Now you've read our prescription And you've tasked the truth Our placebo has failed you Don't think outside these walls It's where the monsters live who eat lost souls Don't think on your own, just come back home From Letras Mania