Original lyrics

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Some are painting on the canvas to show the way they feel Some are filling up notebooks to tell the same ordeal I could walk through the door, but the truth gets in the way And yours is a bitter price to pay Some are talking on the radio through a satellite dish Beaming to my front lawn every dream and wish I put a bullet through my TV at point-blank range And yours is a bitter price to pay Now, I know I'm a bad man Got no leg to stand on Laying down my alibis Laying down my guns Got blood on my hands And oh, by the way, yours is a bitter price to pay I been taking out the trash of my twisted little heart It was long overdue, but I was coming apart You're the life of the party You got nothing to say But yours is a bitter price to pay