Amadan - Another Brass Rail free for downloading

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If you re on their side, they bought another round
I d let it all go, and left him in the gutter for dead, and steelcaps are the word of the week
I wonder how many times my fists kissed the glass, but this flame i think has burned itself out Another, they bought another round
Another brass rail, you re a creep
And left him in the gutter for dead, maybe it s the whiskey that hit me, i m not a drunk i m a worker
And the hippies who think they re voltaire, back up boys, you ll be lying on your ass in a pool of broken glass
it s a piss poor crew without a thing to do

i ve two years of strife and the rest of my life
I d let it all go, maybe it s the kick to the head, and you re not alive
it s a jealous man s fate
if you re on their side
Another brass rail, you re a creep
They bought another round, it s a piss poor crew without a thing to do
Makes me hate, throw my flight to the floor

And left him in the gutter for dead, and steelcaps are the word of the week, when his face hit the ground
They bought another round, i ve two years of strife and the rest of my life, i ve two years of strife and the rest of my life
But your nose only keeps you from sleep, and left him in the gutter for dead
another empty pint glass
maybe it s the whiskey that hit me
I d let it all go, i d let it all go
When his face hit the ground, throw my flight to the floor, another empty pint glass

I don t know why i think i ll recognize, among the scum pushing dope on the suits doing coke, and another empty bottle of gin
when his face hit the ground
I m sick of her lies and trying to keep it inside, another brass rail Amadan, when his face hit the ground
And left him in the gutter for dead, when his face hit the ground
When his face hit the ground, maybe it s the kick to the head Rail, they bought another round
And i don t care because they want me to, a friendly face in the smoky air Brass, i ve two years of strife and the rest of my life
back up boys

And you re not alive, i ve sharpened my wits and they cut like a knife
i ve sharpened my wits and they cut like a knife
Maybe it s the whiskey that hit me, maybe it s the whiskey that hit me Brass, but it s my goddamn show
They bought another round, throw my flight to the floor Rail, i d let it all go
I ve sharpened my wits and they cut like a knife, i d let it all go
and you re not alive
When his face hit the ground, they bought another round Rail, another empty pint glass

but it s my goddamn show
they bought another round
Another empty pint glass, maybe it s the whiskey that hit me
i m not a drunk i m a worker
You re a creep, you re a creep