SWEAT TILL DEATH

Livin’ in my hometown
baby,

Darkness around …

Even in my hometown
honey,

no musitians in town.

They all left
the place
for
an instant gold …

I feel very hurt
with the bullet,
sticking deep in my soul.

Here is really
No one to talkin’ to …

The only friends
are the music
and the moon …

The reason
why I’m stayin’
is because,
I got to save the Farm …

Sure I got to
sweat till death
but the Gold won’t come …

Please don’t stop
throwing me sticks
under my knees …

and please, please
look at my back
to make your day upset.

People charge you
for being a frick …
Even if they
don’t know
what is on or what is it …

What is it ???

Bad luck and trouble …. man

And all I got
Is just sweat till death,

And all I got
Is just sweat till death,

And all I got
Is just sweat till death !!!