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Wylde Zakk Pride Glory

: If the end be a comin' I soon be a bummin' All you Jesus freaks I hope you're wrong I've got so much left to live for All these religions without God

: Take, take a little time Son you can run But there ain't nowhere you gonna hide Now you done takin' all I done had Paybacks be a comin' So ya best

: Hey Papa, wanna thank you so For who you is and what you be and all that ya do You, yeh, you, you always taught me right from wrong I ain't got much

: I keep on runnin' baby I keep on runnin' But I just can't hide No, I just can't hide I keep on hurtin' baby I keep on hurtin' so deep inside So deep

: Should I feel lost Or should I feel found What should it be? Up or down Won't you please help me... Searching high I'm searching low Where might it

: Tell me what a young man Mama What's he got to live for Tossed in the shuffle of everyday war Searchin' for some trouble Which I'm sure he will find

: 1, 2, 1, 2, 3... I went on down, down to the river Went on down to see what I could find Didn't see much, whole lotta nothin' Except for a school

: Time; take some time If you wouldn't mind Just a minute or two Cus time done weighin' on my mind Blinded my eyes Not knowin' what to do Alone I've

my body home Take it home... Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well, so I can die easy I can die easy. [incoherent distant talking from a very drunken Zakk