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Got him right between the shoulders
And the bull loses blood
No fight left to give
Can't pull his head up
Comfort fools us into faith
Then fate pulls us away again
A corpse with a spirit
Got out of my bed today
Bottles call you from their
Seats on the choir riser
Laid on my back in the
Tepid bath tub water
The ache of the wind on the windows
The blood under the bridge
And the stadium crowd
Charges the bull
Wind changed pitch as the bridge went by
The lightning comes up from the ground and goes up to the sky
Poured one out for all my guys
The tiny monuments get propped up on the roadside
Believe me
Believer
Belive me
Believer
Passed out on a couch at a New Years party
I sat on the stairs with a never ending nosebleed
You were playing Mortal Kombat
God, make me good but not quite yet
Believe me
Believer
Believe me
Believer
Finish him
Finish him
Finish him
Finish him
Finish him
Finish him
Finish him
Finish him
Finish him
Finish him
Finish him
Finish him
Finish him
Finish him
