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Lyrics to
The Hustle by Bars of Gold

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My legs were made of wood You kept the ground real warm You kept my spirits up When they were gone But I'm a half made man A shelter from the storm You slow my heart rate down and shelter me from harm I got that fire inside my soul down to my feet it keeps me going All threw my town and down dirt roads I got that fire inside my soul Forget your guns and your ammo We need nails bring your hammers Girl if you give up they'll crucify this town Like a drum in the basement When that bass and that snare hits Girl if you give up they'll sanctify us now I don't wanna build temples (you got to) Like a preacher facing pulpit Or a group of school kids laughing In the face of every master clap your hands