Rights to Your Soul

[00:24.47] Walking on a summer day down in Warland Square
[00:27.18] When we came upon a begging flower with dreadlocks in her hair
[00:30.73] A younger girl, cyanotic too soon
[00:35.23] She shoots us back a look, keep that pity to yourself
[00:37.98] Then she turns away so violently and fixes up again
[00:41.56] Life-stealing chill digging into her
[00:47.02] Why have you turned out this way?
[00:52.47] Have all those cheap shots got you running so far away?
[00:57.82] Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul
[01:00.56] Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
[01:03.20] Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
[01:06.87] Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
[01:11.43] Rights to your soul, rights to your soul
[01:17.76] Reluctantly I throw some cash and pity in her can
[01:20.46] Knowing full well that the money is earmarked for a bad plan
[01:23.11] Admit kindness to a fault, I guess
[01:28.59] She half smiles, half cries, catch that pity in my eyes
[01:31.23] Then she looks away within a hurry for her begging cry
[01:33.92] Christ, she looks on her last leg
[01:40.37] Why have you turned out this way?
[01:44.82] Have all those hot shots got you running so far away?
[01:50.23] Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul
[01:56.54] Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
[01:57.43] Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
[02:00.19] Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
[02:03.79] Rights to your soul, rights to your soul
[02:11.09] How do you concede young life to a dragon?
[02:15.56] How about kicking your demons loose for a ride on the wagon?
[02:32.66] Why have you turned out this way?
[02:38.13] Have all those hot shots got you running so far away?
[02:44.44] Because it owns, owns the rights to your soul
[02:47.14] Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
[02:49.82] Somewhere beneath the rot lies a rose
[02:52.57] Before the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
[02:56.18] Rights to your soul, rights to your soul
[02:57.00] Owns, owns the rights to your soul
[02:57.94] Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
[03:00.70] I remember such a little rose
[03:03.47] Before the heroin stole the rights to your soul
[03:07.06] Rights to your soul, rights to your soul
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