Payday - Lyrics by Swan Christy


Lyrics
One man sold his life to darknessdarkness took his sonit took his sonsearch for your son
He died from the graceit's how thinks our racehe cried from his gravemy father you're my slave
The man thinks what he should dolive or die toohe asks a solutionmy god a solution for me
Live from your lieshear children cryfor now lets wait
Some day you'll pay
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