Lyrics The Wolfgang Press

The Wolfgang Press

Deserve

Caught in the middle of forty two

It was a fact, a number, a written word

A piece of my mind is it half or all

The guns shot off my head

To give me what I deserve, what I deserve

A scream out the terms

These are the words of my persistence

I swirl to see you and find I do

The arrows burst my skin to show what is left of me

And give me what I deserve, what I deserve

The bed of nails cuts

Don't leave, don't jump on me

The bed of nails cuts

Don't leave, don't jump on me

The bed of nails cuts

Cuts!

The trains rolling down the tracks

I'm wailing the twelve bar blues

Keep on the right track

Keep on the right track

I was never the same, never the same

Give me what I deserve, what I deserve

To show what is left of me

Give me what I deserve

The bed of nails cuts

We don't need this culture clubbing

The bed of nails cuts

We don't need this culture clubbing

The bed of nails cuts cuts cuts

A scream out the terms

These are the words of my persistence

I swirl to see you and find I do

The trains rolling down the tracks

I'm wailing the twelve bar blues

Keep on the right track

Keep on the right track

I was never the same, never the same

Give me what I deserve, what I deserve

To show what is left of me

The bed of nails cuts

We don't need this culture clubbing

The bed of nails cuts

We don't need this culture clubbing

The bed of nails cuts cuts cuts

To find my own voice, to find my own voice

In the way, in the way

Cuts cuts cuts

Cuts cuts cuts

Cuts cuts cuts

Cuts!