Rocket from the Crypt: “On a Rope”

Same old story, it’s gettin’ kinda gory
Throw my all time low away
Spit turns into a treasure, taste the blind side of life
Choke words that I can’t say

No gun, no bomb, no way I’ll run
Too bad, I’m not in shape
Too little, too late, that deal’s so chaste
Do burning hands seem to care?

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