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Living in a Reaper’s Paradise
As I send the boys into the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at their lives and realise there's not much left Cause I've got an agenda and laughing deep inside anyone can tell that my mind is gone But I killed so many that didn't deserve it I treated ‘em like a punk, you know that's unheard of You better watch how you talking, and where you walking Or just maybe you lefties might be lined in chalk I really hate to trip but I gotta lope As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke ... fool I'm the kinda King that little tyrants want to be like On my knees in the night, saying prayers that ain’t quite right
We been spending most their lives living in the reaper’s paradise We keep spending all them lives living in the reaper’s paradise Look at the situation, they got me facing I won’t live a normal life, I was raised on the war trip So I gotta be down with the killin’ team Too much neocon news watching got me chasing dreams I'm a educated fool with money on my mind Got my army in my hand and a gleam in my eye I'm a loped out reaper set trippin killer I got you boys thrown down for profit ... fools Death ain’t nothing but a heartbeat away you’re living life do or die, what can I say you’re 23 now but will you live to see 24 The way things is going I don't know Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones I hurt are you and me. We been spending most their lives living in the reaper’s paradise We keep spending all them lives living in the reaper’s paradise
Power and the money, money and the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Everybody's running, but half of them ain’t looking What's going on in the kitchen, but they don't know what's cooking I say they’ll never learn but nobody's here to teach, see If they can't understand it, how can they reach me I guess they can't I guess they won't I guess they front That's why I know their lives are out of luck ... fool We been spending most their lives living in the reaper’s paradise We keep spending all them lives living in the reaper’s paradise
Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones I hurt are you and me. Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones I hurt are you and me.
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