Living down here
D Athey throw me down and count me
D AI’m making this up
it keeps my feathers clean
E D AAnd the black boys they kick my ass and tell me
E E7 AThat the women their ruby lips are dry
(Chorus)E A
I get angry I get sad
E AAnd I lose that sweetness that I used to have
And I boil my strings
A ETo bring them back to gold
A EBring them back to gold
Bring them back to gold
(second verse)
Sleeping in here, they give me plenty to eat
Don’t make trouble, make something with concrete
So I fill my pipes with it to break them black boys heads
Lord I wish I had a gun, I wish I had a gun
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