Texty:
Poison Ball And Chain

on tellin' ya Chorus: She's my ball and chain My lock and key And I'm liking it baby She's my ball and chain My lock and key And I'm liking it good

keep on tellin' ya Chorus: She's my ball and chain My lock and key And I'm liking it baby She's my ball and chain My lock and key And I'm liking it good

upholds this prison of dust I'm here, the sexiest god is pain, just gimme the ball and chain I'm here, falling pround and tall on my face, reaching grace

Warwick hotel Some fat man from the opera who tried to sing Missty Black men and black boys in white ties and tails And mascara and rouge and fake fingernails

election Like a gun with no bullets in the clip for protection Like the crowd packed in the front without the midsection Used to live robbing and stealing and

powers won't increase [2.] You're a slave, make no mistake This is the order, you give and we take From the start , we'll keep you in chains Ball and chain

ain't free like you and me, I don't mind Why'd you have to be so mean and cruel? The dogs are loose I'm on to you You ball and chained together from

that's ok, i've heard it before you can open the wound i feel no pain i don't need an armour suit you're the one with the ball and chain -chorus-

' the ox Got my eyes on the ho's and I'm a peripheral Got you cowards poppin' that Moe', my hand on the 'istol Wild out, have a ball, you could drink '