American Graveyard - Pinebox | Текст песни

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Pinebox

great lord I think I find
they’re tryin’ to take down my mind
crippled religion in your name
hand in the money box, nose in the cane

one nail in that pinebox
two nail in that pinebox
three nail in that pinebox
for my soul

dark heart and the bloody wine
force-fed thoughts of a holy shrine
little girl and the preacher man shame
pass the bread brother don’t complain

lord they came but now they leave
my body hanging from a tree
no religion could they find
my body lying in a box of pine

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