Straight from the middle right up to the top
Eat or be eaten by the cream of the crop
A smell of burning way down in your soul
When you taught to steal you're never alone
And you fall to the ground
Upon your knees, testify
Bruised and beaten, broken bones
Running so hard you can never go home
You live your life on a torture wheel
Gripped by a breeze of cold blue steel
When you fall to the ground
Upon your knees, testify
Sail into a sea of hell
Oh, you do it so very well
This life you lead will never leave you alone
Testify, testify
Straight from the middle right up to the top
Eat or be eaten by the cream of the crop
A smell of burning way down in your soul
When you taught to steal you're never alone
When you fall to the ground
Upon your knees, testify
Fall to the ground, upon your knees, testify
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