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Things could be worse I'm not a fretter But then there's the curse Things could be better! My neck is bruised And my shoulder's cut I stand accused Chained in this hut (?) (?) today Now my payment's due I've kept my point of view (?) (?) and he will pay I can smell the brew And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew My head is thick With matted blood A painful trick (?) I should have known SongtexteTo keep secrets hid My cover's blown Lord save this kid (?) (?) today Now my payment's due I've kept my point of view (?) (?) and he will pay I can smell the brew And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew Things could be worse But then there's the curse My neck is bruised I stand accused Aus Songtexte Mania