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Pantera |
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The Great Southern Trendkill |
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Drag The Waters |
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A smack on the wrists is the words from the mouth |
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of the outsiders, lawyers, police |
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A small price to pay for the dope and the guns |
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And the rape, it should all be O.K. |
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Your father is rich, he's the judge, he's the man, |
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he's the God that got your sentence reduced |
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But in the back of his mind, he well knows what |
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he'd find if he looked a little deeper in you - in you |
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(Chorus) |
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Drag the waters some more |
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Like never before |
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(Chorus) |
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Sweet is the slice and the lips - you're gonna have |
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that woman - she is your favorite lay |
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Promised you (swore) that no one had been there, |
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and she was going to keep it that way |
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Let it move in, you got thin, and got high, and |
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your money went and so did your friends |
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But she's by your side, and her smile cannot hide |
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the premonition of the beckoning end - the end |
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(Chorus) |
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(Chorus) |
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In with it, out with it |
