Even Up The Score

Wayward Sons

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    What you gonna do?
    What you gonna say yeah?
    Cat got your tongue?
    Who ya gonna trust
    Who you gonna blame yeah?
    When Pride comes undone
    Pride sure aint no fun
    Put it under the gun
    You might like it but it's rotten to the core
    You might scratch it, but that itch will leave you sore
    You can taste it, but it leaves you wanting more
    Till you even up the score
    So how you gonna feel?
    What you gonna know yeah?
    Time takes its toll
    So who you gonna be?
    When you gonna see yeah?
    That you're losing all control?
    Dig deep that ragged hole
    To bury your soul
    You can chase it but you'll never catch the cure
    You can hide it but you'll search for evermore
    You deny it but it's knocking at your door
    Till you even up the score
    Even up the score
    You might like it, but that don't mean that it's pure
    You demand it, 'cause it's too good to ignore
    You can fight it but you'll never know what for
    Till you even up the score
    Till you even up the score
    Even it up
    Can you even it up
    Can you even it up
    Can you even it up
    You can join the villains swarm upon the shore
    You can swear to God or be a rebels whore
    Take the shilling, and be damned for ever more
    Till you even up the score
    Even up the score
    You will lose it, if you use it till it's sore
    Better even up the score
    You can fake it, but you'll never know for sure
    You can bullshit just another saddening bore
    From the way you look, you'll be easy to ignore
    Till you even up the score
    You can chase it but you'll run until you're sore
    If you taste it, but you'll only want it more
    You can taste it, but it leaves you wanting more
    You can fight it
    But don't know What your fighting for
    You can fight it but you'll never know what for
    Till you even up the score
    Even it up
    Even it up
    You desire it, but that fire will burn the store
    Brash the scandal, work the handle close the door
    From the way it looks, you'll never never know for sure
    Till you even up the score
    You might break out, shake the fake out, fool the law
    Got it coming, don't stop running, feet are sore
    Mind is able, bodies crippled, there's no more
    Till you even up the score
    You might want it but the peace fights on for war

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