The Debt Collectors

Rest in peace all you haggard ones
Who have slaved the day and burnt the oil
Grant me this as I take this cup
And claim it mine to overcome

Another day will pass like all the others have
As your mind begins to waste
Another day to last, till death I'll pay my tax
And hear you knocking at my door

Cut me up, kick me down, leave me there to die
Now that I've made it standing on the stone
You've got a gun that's glorified; I know my end is nigh
All that I give and you want more

Challenge me, com'on and break me, break me
You won't reach through to the core
Don't assume the right that you can take it, take it
'Cos it's all been done before

Sleepless nights have become the norm
In anticipation of the coming dawn
Waging war, tactics on chessboards
We P.C. ways to believe we're one

Another day will pass like all the others have
As your mind begins to rage
Another day to last, till death I'll pay my tax
But still you're knocking at my door

Cut me up, kick me down, leave me there to die
Now that I've made it standing on the stone
You've got a gun that's glorified; I know my end is nigh
All that I give and you want more

Challenge me, com'on and break me, break me
You won't reach through to the core
Don't assume the right that you can take it, take it
'Cos it's all been done before

On and on I pay the cost while
On and on your life is lost
On and on we maim the truth so
On and on I pray that my life is not in vain

Cut me up, kick me down, leave me there to die
Now that I rise, behold
I'm standing on, standing on my own
You've got a gun that's glorified; I know my end is nigh
All that you want and I give more

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