Текст: Mighty Regis (The). Another Nickel For The Pope. Them Bastards.

Born in the church near a town with no religion
I asked them for the man they say he ain't been here in years
Lived the life of a soldier part hoodlum and a blackheart
Saw the hurting I had done choked back my fucking tears

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Someone take me from this road
The snake-filled path I can't escape
Listen to the signs or so I'm told
And leave the bastards in your wake

For my part no reward I look the wicked dead in the eyes
Courage stares them down I run but still ain't left this place
Truth will often miss to words angered that I can't fight the world
Not a saint a novice sinner maybe this time it's not a race

My shoulders are crooked flogged my back with misfortune
It's no one's bloody fault look for the villain am I stone blind
Lighting strikes here not there the pain you can't help but smile
I wear no goddamn crown so why the tired heavy mind

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Walk with jokers helped out thieves wasted time on redemption
Confessed all that I done but misdemeanors don't weigh much
Being bad at doing good the struggle I'm battling shadow
Try to talk and fool myself but I've lost my lying tough

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Go to the river to clean look down at the man in the water
What happened to that child did I lose him along my way
Stand and know my task the second road it won't be easy
Know that light will follow dark that's all there's left to say

(Chorus)
And leave the bastards in your wake
And leave the bastards in your wake

(Thanks to Dave for these lyrics)