Freedom or lies Step from, walk away

You gotta hold your time You gotta hit it with the right of way

Maybe if you like to fight for any like of what's seen

Either way it's sane Either way it's gotta mean

Red sister might be chokin' But I ain't about that kind

It'a a beat with the rythm of a body that was born to lose two times



Hey big body He said that i'm a true fortune lie

Held my shoulder Big pointy looks, big broken knives



They might try to hide They have to answer both dead sense

You might be right I could afford either way in

Poison dandilion forms cross

Big spoke down cross Stick your head on the line

The flavor might be missin' He's last to cross that anyway

You can bet he can fiddle with the brothers to the power

of another day



Hey big body He said that I'm a true fortune lie

Held my shoulder Big pointy looks, big broken knives



Two of them stole my might One of them stole my time

Didn't you say what you wanted

Denied