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Hold your feet to the fire |
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Hold your face to the ground |
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Hold on tight, you're a target baby |
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Drop the hammer down |
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I'm a long life, loving hate |
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I'm a bomb that makes no sound |
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Could you please, would you loosen these |
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I'm about to ****ing drown |
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Lowdown and overloaded, keeping you alive |
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I see that you've exploded |
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On the other side |
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Lowdown and lowdown, kicking it around |
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I see that you've exploded |
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Drop the hammer down |
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In a mock execution |
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In a house of gag and bound |
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Not the best solution |
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Drop the hammer down |
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I'm a long life, hating love |
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I'm under my dirt mound |
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If you could stand where we stood |
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We're not ****ing around |
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Let's hear it for the black and blue |
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For the tortured soul, for the battered crew |
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Three cheers for the black and blue |
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Raise a glass to the beaten down |
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To their dignity and bloodless frown |
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Three cheers for the beaten down |
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Drop dead dreams in a deep, dirt ditch |
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Buried by a shovel hand |
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Dead screams from the son of a bitch |
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Coming out to beat the band |
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Oh baby how |
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I love your bite |
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Turn my smile upside down |
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Oh baby how |
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I hate your light |
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As you drop the hammer down |
