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I was a debtor of base human stock No one would ever have me No leverage, what could I do But sail across the ocean for revenge? I know you thought about me More often than I thought of you, it is true Just admit it I dragged my ass to Mississippi Where cotton's king and rivers weepy And there upon three red clay acres I tend the crops for Mr. Baker A southern sun who hates the ones who till the soil And the blood will boil I felt so alien in this burnt world Far away from the fan I turned rancid, what could I do But target off my boss man for revenge So I dragged my axe to Baker’s fine house I gave a knock on his door I started swinging, I never looked up 'Til Baker was an ocean of revenge SongtexteI know you thought about me More often than I thought of you, it is true Just admit it By dusk tonight, I will be choken My eyes will bulge, my neck clean broken So keep yourself in debt in Scotland There's nothing here, it’s already rotten A boy cannot catch a break It's only luck and take, take, take Aus Songtexte Mania