Ziptie

Limping like a prodigal son
 Someone got my head in the slums
 And everything I do makes it worse
 Human nature, call it a curse
 Tired of collecting the scars
 And stories at the parties and bars
 Trying to find a reason to fight
 But someone's got my head in a ziptie
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 Oh, good God
 When're You gonna call it off
 Climb down off of the cross
 And change Your mind?
 Catch me on the enemy line
 Hocking all the gold in my teeth
 Oh, I was disappointed to find out
 How much everybody looks like me
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 Oh, good God
 When're You gonna call it off
 Climb down off of the cross
 And change Your mind?
 Good God
 When're You gonna call it off
 Climb down off of the cross
 And change Your mind?