Verse:
If my walls are crumbling can I set a spell?
If you fashion up the foundation it's all just shot to Hell
And my blueprints are really so suspect
With my plumb line good and twisted with ragged measurements
Chorus:
Verse:
Comes a time to let the whole thing go
Comes a time when you realize we've all been bought and sold
Yeah, beat up, cut down, turned out of your game
Yeah, money moves the lips where once the spirit was untamed
Chorus:
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