Folklore Noir

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I have been afraid of losing, I have been afraid of trying.
But I tried all I could and I couldn’t get a dime.
Not a dime for the sick of mind, not a dime for the blistered souls.
Not a dime for everytime we had to do what we were told.

Not a dime for…

Swearing upon all mortals the vows you have made,
on a desconstructed history of a thousand mistakes.
There’s a man in the river and all the neighborhood is blind.
When he drowned, after a while, it wasn’t worth a dime.

Not a dime for…

Well it sure sounded like a prayer but it felt like a game.
And again, all we prayed for is wealth and fame.
I heard they caught a man cheating and all your Heros got the blame.
And nothing ends a game like a bullet in the brain.

Not a dime for…

Not a friend, not a trial, not a break within a mile.
Having another state of mind was never a good reason to die.
Not a chance for a change, sickly hallowed be your name.
The throne that you sit on is nothing but a shame.

Not a dime for…

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from Folklore Noir, released January 6, 2015
Music and lyrics by The Maggoty Brats

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