Hurts Like Hell - Track 7 from Cat Cork's "Feet in the Dirt" album
lyrics
It hurts like hell, I'm meant to be the one
you pick me up and then drag me around
spit in my face and then throw me back down
back to my place on the ground.
No sanctuary for the lost and unfound
identities stolen, lost in the crowd
kept in their places, or pushed farther down
it's hard to think when you're paying flesh by the pound.
You're the king of an army of sad angry clowns
tattered flag on your back, and tarnished tin crown
we hate your face, your painted on frown
you see we all bleed, yet you don't make a sound...
credits
released July 7, 2014
Music: Cat Cork
Lyrics: Cat Cork and And Westcott
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