Get Out

Dead Confederate

Compositor: H. Morris

My job is done and I was helped by no one
I've taken what I need, shut the door when I leave.
And what? What's in store for me?
Gonna listen and not preach
It will be erased, all mistakes are out
Get out…
Now I sit back and I watch, watch the sneak attack.
I could've warned them of the plan, but what fun would that leave for men?
And what? What's in store for us all?
Gonna run until we fall
It will be erased, all mistakes are out
Get out….

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