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Well out on the corner I heard em gray(?) |
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They deal in prescription amphetamines |
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And you count your fingers and you shake their hands |
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'cause they'll steal your wealth as fast as as they can |
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You can't trust em' |
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Their souls are lost. They keep taking Jesus back off-a the cross |
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Lightning won't strike 'em and the cops won't bust 'em |
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And all I know, all I know, is you can't trust 'em |
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In their ivory tower, they swing and they sway |
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as they count up the hours til you can't pay |
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And your worth is paid and your presence is rated |
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and all of their interest is calculated |
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You can't trust em' |
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Their souls are lost. They keep taking Jesus back off-a the cross |
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Lightning won't strike 'em and the cops won't bust 'em |
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And all I know, all I know, is you can't trust 'em |
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They'll softly pray beneath their steeples |
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They're selling souls and they're dealing people |
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The choir will sing, while we lay (?) |
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Quietly they'll take everything you have |
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You can't trust em' |
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Their souls are lost. They keep taking Jesus back off-a the cross |
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Lightning won't strike 'em and the cops won't bust 'em |
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And all I know, all I know, is you can't trust 'em |