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I often dream of huge numb buildings Jet-black sinister architecture Being installed when nobody sees Their appearance so sudden That few would take notice And when I wake up I imagine being crushed by one Imagining its weight its silence

I'm a soldier, these shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up I'm a soldier, even if my collar bone's crush or crumble Yo left, yo left, yo left Right, left I will never slip or stumble I will never stumble I'm a soldier,

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my I told you to be patient I told you to be fine I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer I

Bulldozer feeds upon the weaker as they fall Bulldozer crushes all This is the bulldozer Into the battles, making cages rattle There's a pain that's inside us and we're letting it out Charge right in, we dare to fail No one is giving in, always we live

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

I'm not ready to die You can't break me, crushed the Fears of yesterday While we damn the dead I'm I've stood in the dark, been Waiting all this time Trying to survive, I'm not ready to die You can't change me, barriers our trust will fade. Gone cast

These little black sandals Are walking me away I'm being dragged down, down by the hand The hand of a golden giant man He's crushing my knuckles Splitting my skin, he says he will If only I'd ask it of him

Put it there, get the money In the back dry in the night Pay up, sign up LA (One man's waste is another man's soap) In the back of a Volvo A little game, maybe something you can borrow