Nothing on me.

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Born in a mission town, bred with the fist of our father
You take the pole axe out of your spine, push your shoulder blade back in its place
But I need a pseudonym, calm as a lunatic, all set
I'm in the back room, and in the foul zone, with the breath of my elephant, oh
And you pushing pencils, an army to rent you, that's okay
A little heartbeat, the pluck of my heart, the sum of all elements say

[Chorus]
Slave, underneath the banner of wanting
Slave, underneath the banner of wanting
It always takes me there
Back into the days I was hoping
Slave, it’s real life happening

[Verse 2]
So I get my papers in line and I get a fake passport
With all my decisions made, I've swum the fishing lake many a time
And you slumped across the grey lawn with your bottle of Maker’s
I pull my hot flesh out of my skull, I’m leaving this, never again

[Chorus]
Slave, underneath the banner of wanting
Slave, underneath the banner of wanting
It always takes me there
Back into the days I was hoping
Slave, it’s real life happening