Paroles de A Score To Settle
I feel imprisonedThe tally is 17 to 0
When am I gonna win a year
I feel like a slave
Ordered around like a bitch
When is it gonna stop
I feel hatred toward the wardens
Bitter & scornful, beaten & bruised
When will I avenge my life
When will I come to terms with my life.
I feel hatred toward the wardens
Bitter & scornful, beaten & bruised
When will I avenge my life
When will I come to terms with my life.
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