Nobody does it rougher than Bishop.
She came to lock me up.
But in the end, she’ll set me free.
Free from the darkness clouding my soul.
And free from the men who want me dead and gone.
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Nobody does it rougher than Bishop.
She came to lock me up.
But in the end, she’ll set me free.
Free from the darkness clouding my soul.
And free from the men who want me dead and gone.
