歌词
Broken
Broken people
Walking around
She's been working
Trying to feed that baby's mouth
Hallelujah
She's at the church house every Sunday morning
People talking, talking trying to tell her something real
But ain't no talk going to pay the bills
Whoa, whoa ain't it something?
Whoa, whoa ain't it true?
Been having trouble sleeping
'Bout a thousand worries creeping
The biggest one I got
I got, I got is you
Do you go to bed hungry?
Tell me, do you?
Murder
There's more than one way to murder
He's a dealer, yeah
Selling death on the corner
Retribution
Don't exist south of angels
People talking, talking trying to tell him something real
But too much talking just might get you killed
Whoa, whoa ain't it something?
Whoa, whoa ain't it true?
Been having trouble sleeping
'Bout a thousand worries creeping
The biggest one I got
I got, I got is you
Whoa, whoa ain't it something?
Whoa, whoa ain't it true?
Been having trouble sleeping
'Bout a thousand worries creeping
Biggest one I got
I got, I got is you
Do you go to bed hungry?
Tell me, do you?
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