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I've got bruises on my back from the sins of my Father;
Scars on my brain from the fears of my Mother;
Time under my belt from misdeeds of another;
I've picked up a drinking problem somewhere along the way.
But I know just as I stand here,
I have never done nobody wrong,
I've never hurt anyone with intention.
I've been a martyr for past sins ever since I've been a young boy
and i'm drowning in the gin someone else has poured for me.
Time can go by quickly sometimes days can seem like hours,
I was just a young boy when they crucified me.
Now I've spent too much time alone to let anyone inside me.
If life is a prison then death must set me free.
I'm your scapegoat: tell me lies

CoRRupt