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Pound of Flesh

Truett

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From the prisons to the churches 
To the poison to the ground 
All the voices of the angels 
And the screaming barroom crowds 
I've had enough, I've had enough 

She had tattoos on her fingers 
And a gold ring in her nose 
Had a mouth just like a sailor 
So I was scared to take her home 
To my mama's house, to my mama's house 

And I have paid for every single debt with at least a pound of flesh 
I don't know what I've got left 

There were stains down on the carpet 
And a cross above the bed 
And the parking lot was empty 
So I smoked her cigarettes 
All by myself, all by myself 

And I have paid for every single debt with at least a pound of flesh 
I don't know what I've got left

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