Warhead Flashback Of A Poor Man
today was the day, money I didn't have they came to me in their white coats and took my kidneys and my heart now my body's bloody cold, my signature was my grave! sign your name and you'll be free, take the money and feel good pay your debts, it's all okay, 20.000 you have got I give you one year to pay back and take your organs if you don't now you know about the consequence, so we'll meet in one year I knew I couldn't get a job these days, so where could I find my way out 20.000 dollars were too much, the doc, he knew I had no chance poverty was my gallows pole, the rich were dancing on my grave and isn't it disgusting, man, I wasn't dead, I was alive it's not a tale, man, this is true, I paid my debts with my life it's not a vision of tomorrow, those things happen today if you've got money, you'll get new teeth, you'll get new skin and a new heart but as a poor man you will see your own flashback start
