Pain. Made to order.
Pain.
Sittin', slappin', scatt'n on my back, try'n to relax
Think'n about the facts of the crack runnin' through the pack
Division in thought about the war to be fought
For tryin' to mend the ranks, still I get no thanks
They say they mean no disrespect, but dis' is in effect
I take to heart the part I play everyday
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