O.D.H.G.A.B.F.E. lyrics

Artist	Lamb Of God
Album(s)	New American Gospel

Lyrics

Hate. falling three feet to the ground
Face down on the cold floor of a well-oiled sf pigsty I met my one true love
Feel youth crushed somewhere between concrete and boot
Another victim of the lower hate
You are not my god. you think this is funny don't you pig?
How the helpless freak squirms beneath our state sanctioned soles
But what is he laughing at?
There was nothing padded about a wagon full of mace
Rotator cuff hyper extends behind my back ribs cracking beneath a rain of sticks and heels
Falling down like the rain outside
Oh yeah bitch, I'm gonna remember your face your name your number;
And when I crawl out of this hole I'm going to make you all mine
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