To live my life with out you guys thats my biggest fear
And Im steady failing in my efforts to get you hear
Look at it here, Now
this green faced man
burning my hand
Keep you around,how?
Old white men i dont want to see
Even tho without you i cant eat
Philantropist providing me with a place to sleep
But I cant keep you around me
You run through my fingers
for hopes to gain more
as my posession walk out the front door
Left from my pockets lint still lingers
Dead men of honor
that I loose on the battle field
with hopes to have my accounts filled
only leaves Fields of horror
As Me, My Hands and I's
Loose sight of saving
and look for Winnings
Assasination of the living, hope dies
As You leave myside I shed my many tears
Lincon,Jackson,Frankilin,I just cant keep you near