Diry Hands Empty Pockets / Already Gone

Corrosion of Conformity

Composed by: Corrosion of Conformity/Pepper Keenan
There's a righteous fool among the weak 
Where a fallen man is bittersweet 
And with his soul he defecates 
Into this world we fill with hate 
All his lies turn to logic and you've got nothing in your pockets 
The truth is hard to find when you've got survival on your mind 
If you promise not to tattle, I'll bring your son back home from battle 
Keep you floatin on your feet, so you feel alive but you're really asleep 
You observed it from the start, now your a million miles apart 
As we bleed another nation so you can watch your favorite station 
Now your eyes pop out your sockets with dirty hands and empty pockets 


Home made deception now a source of pride 
You can take all you want old lady 
God knows I tried 
Truth be known it was never shown 
Run like Hell comes as no surprise 
One day you will see what it feels like to be free 
Remember me when you're safe at home 
I'm already gone 
The man said we gonna do it alone 
We gonna give it to? 
Gonna ? 
And give them everything the need 
Truth be shown, the future stays unknown 
Give 'em Hell every single time 
One day you will see, when you're six feet down like me 
Remember me when you're safe at home 
Yes sir, I'm already gone
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