Songtexte:
Woe Is Me For The Likes Of You

, for fruitless scars, just cut your chords Your back will keep breaking, from this glass house, that you have created Hear me out, your heart is to heavy, to heavy for

yourself, for fruitless scars, just cut your chords Your back will keep breaking, from this glass house, that you have created Hear me out, your heart is to heavy, to heavy for

is filled with smoke I said to myself Woe is me For I am ruined Because I'm a man with unclean lips And I live amongst a people with unclean lips For

you. Over something so frivolous, so petty. But this pettiness is all you know. You wear a chip on your shoulder like a badge of fucking pride. A broken heart? You

you away... Now, centuries later, I do yours and my sign. You live in me, like you moved in with my soul. Your resurrection is the spirit of you - Installed in me

you'll meet your end poverty is not for me, but I'll take her back again to prove a point, to laugh it off, to cross you off my path, grip the night,

cut Then I buck, buck, buck [Mastamind] Watch me get 'em, watch me hunt 'em out and hit 'em I'm hungry for adam's apples I gotta slit 'em You can't play

me kill a fool on TV (Wilson!) And straight call me a G [Chorus] Penitentiary, I hear you calling me Penitentiary, I hear you calling me Thinkin' of

yeah) You got me thinkin about our life, our house and kids Every mornin' I look at you and smile Boy you came around And you knocked me down (knocked