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Stand up, and with your hand on the bible |
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Tell the truth to one and all |
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'Cause you know that feeling |
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When you've got your back against the wall |
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My god, it's only tuesday tomorrow |
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And "loved one's" gone and blown it all |
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Now you've got no money |
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And you feel your back against the wall |
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Well, if you talk to your brothers |
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And they don't give a damn |
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And you look like you're gonna fall |
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You can call my number |
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When you feel your back against the wall |
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Some tripper's got you right in a corner |
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And you feel you're gonna lose it all |
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Now you don't want trouble |
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But you feel your back's against the wall |
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So the guy moves forward but you hold him away |
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Shit there's no one there to hear you call |
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So you take your chances |
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And you push him back against the wall. |
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Now the guy's in the gutter |
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And you don't give a damn |
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And he looks kind of weak and small |
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'Cause you called his number |
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When you felt your back against the wall |
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Stand up, and with your hand on the bible |
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Tell the truth to one and all |
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'Cause you know that feeling |
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When you've got your back against the wall |
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Well, if you talk to your brothers |
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And they don't give a damn |
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And you look like you're gonna fall |
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You can call my number |
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When you feel your back against the wall |
