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No peace for the wicked |
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No way, no how |
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If you've gone and done it |
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You gotta pay somehow |
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No use complaining about the hand that feeds |
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Now you know that it's raining |
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How come you talk to me? |
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How come you talk to me? |
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Well, yeah |
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Well, your friends in high places |
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Won't bail you out this time |
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With all your social graces |
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It's like a pantomime |
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Feeling so uneasy |
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You can't tell friend from foe |
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You're always looking back to see |
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Who's coming through the door |
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You sold protection |
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Fed the common fear |
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Took 'yes' for an answer |
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You didn't see the tears |
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Collecting for the loanshark with the silken fist |
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Now you've crossed the 'company' |
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With the Judas kiss |
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They've got you on the list, yeah |
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You're like a loaded heater |
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Just about to go off on the street |
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You need a baby sitter |
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To pick you up if you can't stand the heat, yeah |
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No peace for the wicked |
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No way, no how |
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If you've gone and done it |
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You gotta pay somehow |
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No use complaining about the hand that feeds |
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Now you know that it's raining |
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How come you talk to me? |
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How come you talk to me? |
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YeahWell, your friends in low places |
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Have tightened up the screw |
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They've made this town a nightmare |
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You're trapped, what can you do? |
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The quality of mercy |
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Is really out of reach |
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Don't call on the ones you peeled |
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Practice what you preach |
