The Gow Lyrics - U.s. Bombs

Kill me I need the rest 

Put me out of misery 

Whole jungle on my shoulders my back's gonna break 

I'm a slowe for the gow 

Slave labor to slave 

And drag around 

Needle's broken in the ditch of burned out veins 

I point out the problem three fingers point at me 

I'm a slowe for the gow/ For the gow for the gow 

Slave labor to slave/ I drag myself around 

I can't live without the thought of something killing me 

Service for the sick a minute takes a month 

Service for the sick in the heat of a cold sweat 

For the gow, for the gow 

I won't put my shovel down 

For the gow, for the gow 

I cannot be found 

I keep working to get well I guess I never will 

No more grass from shanty town I graduated to the gow 

To the gow 

To the gow 

I'm a slowe for the gow 

Slave labor to slave 

For the gow, for the gow 

Drag myself around