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| Beth Hart Screamin' For My Supper G. 0. P. Silver blue hair & a cane in her hand Living to die in the promised land Handing out flyers for the coming of christ She says raise from the fire for eternal life Or they'll Take your mind & they'll strip your faith & they'll starve you with nothin' that you already ate & they'll compliment just to break you down Spin you in circles runnin' round & round Good ole people live Good ole people Coke bottle glasses & a smile on his face He stands on the comer screamin' don't mix the race Commanding all the children to confess all their sins Then he beats his wife with a bottle of gin & they'll Whip your mind just to strip your faith Counterfeit people comin' to dominate & they'll get you high just to greet you down Spin you in circles movin' round & round Good ole people live Good ole people give But good ole people can't drive & maybe that's why good ole people die |
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