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When the blood in your drugs turns to shale |
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They had you hung, drawn and quartered tooth and nail |
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Empty pockets make idle hands |
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And mugging as a job requires good plans |
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CHORUSnot good enough to crawl in the dark |
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Luck's up-tuff stuff-unlucky you |
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Luck's up-tuff stuff-your luck's up-tuff stuff |
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And where were you when the pickings were thicker than slime |
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A serious problem needs to be on time |
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You idiot getting ripped off in the park |
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CHORUSYou blew your brains out and put a hole in its place |
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When the drugs you were mixing blew up in your face |
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You wear your luck now all over your face |
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Still singeing like an old fire place |
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CHORUSSo yet again |
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I hear you're gonna clean up your act |
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But once a junkie-always and that's a fact |
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See you at your funeral, |
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I'll sing your swan song |
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You've begged, stole and borrowed time far too long------------------------------------------------------- |
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CHORUS |
