Masters of Reality - Roof of the Shed Тексты

spending the day on the roof of the shed
telling myself i'd be better off dead
hung on the line no sense of time
stuck in the crack of dawn breaking your bread
all this for nothing's the one thing i dread
fading away in the afternoon sun
no clouds to hide in and no where to run
me and my friends true to the end
one left to bury and one to offend
i'm leaving to lie in my sizzling bed
but don
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