Lord I'm down in the gutter.
The water is beginning to rise.
That Black Crow is laughing as he adds a little more water to my demise.
Lord I can feel them spirits pullin me down.
Water is beginning to cover my eyes.
If I listen to the Crow I will surely drown.
I find the Sun in the darkness of the cold dark day.
Burning me with it's scorching rays.
I could have been a miracle man.
Instead I'm drowning in the quicksand.
Lord I'm down in the gutter again.
Seems like this feeling will never end.
Down in the gutter again.
Fighting a fight I never win.
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