Libraries gave us power
Then work came made us free
What price now for a shallow piece of dignity?
I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my dirty face
To wear the scars
To show from where I came
We don't talk about love
We only want to get drunk
And we are not alarmed to spend
As we are told that this is the end
A design for life
I wish I had abottle
Right here in my pretty face
To wear the scars
To show from where I came
Writer(s): Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Anthony Moore, James Dean Bradfield
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