Walkabout With Death
I've been on a walkabout with death
He keeps trying for my last breath
But I will not go gently or quietly anywhere
Anywhere I want, most wouldn't dare
He just took my uncle, and is coming for my friend
I got in the truck and took him to face his end
They say I don't know my place
To fall in line, that's the disgrace
They want to send me away again
To try and see where my mind has been
And why I'm layered with sin
It'll be their turn
To see if they can learn
I do not hide
What I am inside
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