who left you there on the floor?
gasping for air through the smoke
who held the knife to your throat when
those bulls came rushing straight through the gate?
we know the end to all this is death
but we’re still patting our boys on the back
pat ‘em on the back
who let you into the party?
we’re laying face down on the floor
you kicked down the door with your big boots
shattered the teeth of an old horse
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