Sunday drive past your own hall of shame
It's closed for weekdays, shut for good
You got no one when you're talking
Thoughts like the rattlesnake's talking
And what you do, no one has a clue
What you did to me, what you done to me
Wear my scars free
What you did to me
Blackout, blackout, blackout, blackout
Count to ten and read until
Lights begin to bleed light
Until you can actually see the rays
And your thoughts start turning
Towards the lessons you're learning
No one has a clue
What you did to me, what you done to me
Is gonna hunt you down
What you did to me is gonna hunt you down
I'm gonna hunt you down, baby
Hunt you down, baby
Hunt you down
Gonna hunt you down
Gonna hunt you down
Hunt you
So soon
Silence
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