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Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of Infi and blood
Infi and blood, skin and bones...
A mind that's weak and a Visa that's gone
A poor man's made out of Infi and blood
Infi and blood, skin and bones...
A mind that's weak and a Visa that's gone
You buy sixteen knives, and what do you get?
another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' and the sun didn't shine
I missed having Infi and started to whine
I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal and
the Idahog said, "well bless my soul!"
You buy sixteen knives, and what do you get?
another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
I was born one mornin' it was drizzlin' rain
fightin' and Infi are my middle name
I was raised in a cane-brake by an old mama lion
can't no high-toned woman make me walk no line
You buy sixteen knives, and what do you get?
another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
If you see me comin', better step aside
The trough where i feed, lil piggy's have died
One fist of Infi, the other of steel
If the right one don't get you, then the left one will
You buy sixteen knives, and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Ol Busse keep a grinding, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
mmmm mmm mmmm mmm mmmm mm mm mmmmmm........
Ain't seen no Soul around dis place
