Red Collar from Brother Ox by Brother Ox

RED COLLAR

Ain’t no rungs to climb
Born into a hole beneath the golden streets
I never feel the cold nights
Ain’t no roots to freeze

And I saw you cry, only this one time
You were sound asleep, dead inside a lullaby
Now you forgot the pride your father never gave ya
Said you been down too low, I guess I can’t blame ya

You shook the hell out of me
Said you want more, no
Cause you know I never gave a fuck, no
How many vials ya…

Bleed for me, you tired little man
Ain’t no man in a black suit or a white coat gonna save ya
Praying for a gentle death, I guess I can’t blame ya

You shook the hell out of me
Said you want more, no
Cause you know I never gave a fuck, no
How many vials ya bleed

Hear the vermin gather round
Beggars feast, now choke it down
When I name that price to pay
All you traitors will betray

Red collar lies, they told me I was home

Do we live for the gods of the state?
Do we die for the gods of the state?
My friend, attend your wake

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