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I′m not bothering about what men may say
When in five years, none of our people have died
And there's never been a casket through people′s temple
When 24 times in this year, and this year is not out
They brought the dead in the doors, and they've run out alive
When they drop dead in the seats, they've been resurrected
I′m not talking ′bout what you have to say
I'm not worrying about whether you′re evil
I'm living in an actual torture fuckin′ prison, I'm talking -
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Writer(s): Booker T. Jr. Jones, William Bell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
