Come Here To Die

I hate my job, I hate my wife

I hate my children, and I hate my life

But I ain’t lookin’ for no answer or fix

Cause if there’s one thing I don’t hate it’s my right to bitch

What would a slave be willing to give

For just half the life that I now live?

But this freedom is one that I can’t comprehend

So, I just come here to die, my friends

Some fight with swords and some fight with pens

But me, I can’t find nothing left to defend

So, I just come here to die

What would a slave

Be willing to do

For just half the life

Given to me and to you

But this freedom is one

That we can’t afford

So, we just come here to die, my lord

Some fight with pens

And some fight with swords

But we can’t find nothing worth fighting for

So, we just come here to die

Now everyone knows it’s as fixed as it gets

The poor breed more poor to work for the rich

But I ain’t saying that I want to stand up and fight

You might call it cowardice, I call it my right

What would a slave

Be willing to do

For just half the rights

given to me and to you

But this freedom is one

that we can’t comprehend

So, we just come here to die, my friends

Some fight with swords and some fight with pens

But we can’t find nothing left to defend

So, we just come here to die

So, we just come here to die

So, we just come here to die