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The Cattle Company,

stole all of our dreams, and we can't find any relief.
Leavin' the countryside,
in my jalopy we ride, tryin' hard to keep my pride;

but its a road full of violence,
a road full of violence


Verse 1

I walk the lonely road the migrants before me traveled alone,

I'm always mad at the world, cause anger is my only tone;
Got no money to provide, the pain won't subside,
all I know is my family's along for the ride, protecting my pride;

along the trail, got no food so we're frail, but if we steal we go straight to jail.
Pardon me if I seem pissed, what did you miss,
is it the fact that Im S.O.L, providing for my family is hell.

I need to make a plan, do whatever I can, to try to set this life straight
wait... violence is the only answer and i'll do whatever it takes,
to take on the extra weight

ill beg, ill steal, ill pillage just to get a meal cause this life is real...
show no sympathy or you will end up thirsty,
Want that job? Me too! Fight me for it, verse me;

You could say that my methods are a little bit dirty,
but at least I don't need a young pregnant girl to nurse me.


Verse 2

Don't understand why we have to live this life the way it is so don't make me explain

WHY (Country accent: Picture of Shain from Buckwild)
Can't even escape the dangers if we tried, always lookin' for another place to hide;
still hopin' I make it alright, so sing and raise your handbills to the night,

and pray that we get to see daylight.
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Verse 3

I'm on a journey, no one's gonna hurt me,

I need work, see? I'll do it for a small fee, give me any job and i'll do it whole-heartedly;
...Behind my eyelids are islands of violence,
don't hold me back cause I won't be silenced.

Don't force fead me, the Grapes of Wrath,
cause I'm on a time limit, I need to complete my path.
Everybody knows violence unleashes the rain... drives me insane, symbolizes all the pain of the migrants.. who formed an alliance, to fight against the tyrants, and force the police sirens. Runnin' over dogs and we slaughterin' our hogs, the path to violence is covered by a fog. I may not be a hero but I'm definitely super, glory glory, and then a HALLELUJAH!


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