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Legs Will Hurt - Knockouts
Written by：The Knockouts
Thrown out on the streets one rainy day
Loneliness is now your friend
Joined by the whiskey bottle in your hand
Trust you thought you found it
Your heart is pounding blood fast through your veins
As you shot the last one in
Drugs may tranquilize the way you feel
Love you thought you found it
And there you were
Screaming with blood on your hands
Is to die what you prefer
All messed up from their demands
Locked up beaten black and blue you're being used
All they said was they would help
Endure this physical abuse and sexmolest
Hate is what you found there
And there you were
Screaming with blood on your hands
Is to die what you prefer
All messed up from their demands
You put and end
To this horrifying act
With your bare hands you did bend
Necks were broken skulls were cracked
And there you were
Screaming with blood on your hands
Is to die what you prefer
All messed up from their demands
You put and end
To this horrifying act
With your bare hands you did bend
Necks were broken skulls were cracked
