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Turning knot, rotting in my gut Got me feeling so corrupt Like a second hand politician I'm a study in malnutrition Every star I see I'm wishing Got a deathbed at 12th and Mission New kind of Long ago once upon a time Hundred miles an hour, time flew by Now gravestones become friends Practice voodoo superstition Like an archangel from heaven Got a deathbed at 12th and Mission In need of sleep, we crawl the street American dream gone Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme American dream gone In need of sleep, we crawl the street American dream gone Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme American dream gone Mentally unfed, spiritually dead The flock's been misled New kind of wicked Turning knot, rotting in my gut Got me feeling so corrupt Stomach's screaming deep inside Another day, got no place to hide In need of sleep, we crawl the street American dream gone Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme American dream gone In need of sleep, we crawl the street American dream gone Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme American dream gone In need of sleep, we crawl the street American dream gone Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme Gone