Things Could Be Worse Paroles

And my shoulder's cut
I stand accused
Chained in this hut

(?)
(?) today
Now my payment's due
I've kept my point of view

(?)
(?) and he will pay
I can smell the brew
And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew

My head is thick
With matted blood
A painful trick
(?)

I should have known (?)
(?) today
Now my payment's due
I've kept my point of view

(?)
(?) and he will pay
I can smell the brew
And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew

Things could be worse
But then there's the curse
My neck is bruised
I stand accused