The Gow Lyrics

The Gow lyrics

Kill me I need the rest



Put me out of misery



Whole jungle on my shoulders my back's gonna break



I'm a slowe for the gow



Slave labor to slave



And drag around







Needle's broken in the ditch of burned out veins



I point out the problem three fingers point at me



I'm a slowe for the gow/ For the gow for the gow



Slave labor to slave/ I drag myself around



I can't live without the thought of something killing me



Service for the sick a minute takes a month



Service for the sick in the heat of a cold sweat



For the gow, for the gow



I won't put my shovel down



For the gow, for the gow



I cannot be found



I keep working to get well I guess I never will



No more grass from shanty town I graduated to the gow



To the gow



To the gow







I'm a slowe for the gow



Slave labor to slave



For the gow, for the gow



Drag myself around