4.6 Becomes 9
When six becomes nine
And you still need some time
Then the city has taken its toll
When you？re laid up in bed
And you know what they said
You can hear everything through the walls
You better bow down, bow down to the one you serve
Bow down, bow down to the one you serve.
The unmarked police
Are around like disease
And you？re feeling as cold as your soul
When you wake in a sweat
With the sheets soaking wet
'cause you just won't admit to your role
You better bow down, bow down to the one you serve
Bow down, bow down to the one who hurts
You can tell them that you made it
Will you tell them that you faked it？
You better bow down, bow down to the one you serve
Bow down, bow dwon to the one you serve.
You better bow down, bow down to the one you serve
Bow down, bow down to the one who hurts
Bow down
Bow down
Bow down.
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