Send in the sinners, saints and clowns
Get in the ring to face forgiveness, this is holy ground
Cause you are giving up nothing, just the ghetto you plead
Well my tortured blue became a pair of black, yeah
You get it all for free
I don't mind to do it myself
I don't mind does anybody else
How does it feel, down under ground
I don't mind
To set it all right
Get me some sugar, I give a handful of flies
I think I've got you wrapped around my finger, a bad moon will rise
Flying into forever into the centre of mind
Here is my blessing and my curse well hide away from light
When time has come
Whats left undone
Under this dark and weary skies
Why carry on
When everythings gone
But a handful of flies
You get it all for free
I don't mind to do it myself
I don't mind does anybody else
How does it feel, down under ground
I don't mind
To set it all right
Well I won't regret it now
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