Earlimart - 700>100 Lyrics

Dont remember a thing (left ear a permanent ring).
You were fortunate born from a shit-hole up north.
Caught in a crowd, with people thinking aloud -
your little heart is torn from the inside out.

I was crawling back home down on my knees, while you were sleeping with heart-fever disease

im hearing voices, mixed up messages of 700 more than a 100.

Another kick in the ribs, the one youll never forget but what were you hoping for, lying down on the floor,
making amends instead of washing your hands?
I'll say it in reverse so you understand.