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In the shit house a shotgun |
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Praying hands hold me down |
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Only the hunter was hunted |
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In this tin can town |
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Tin can town |
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No stars in the black night |
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Looks like the sky fell down |
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No sun in the daylight |
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Looks like it's chained to the ground |
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Chained to the ground |
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The warden said |
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The exit is sold |
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If you want a way out |
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Silver and gold |
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Broken back to the ceiling |
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Broken nose to the floor |
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I scream at the silence, it's crawling |
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It crawls under the door |
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There's a rope around my neck |
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And there's a trigger in your gun |
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Jesus say something |
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I am someone, I am someone |
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I am someone |
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Captain and kings |
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In the ships hold |
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They came to collect |
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Silver and gold |
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Silver and gold |
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Seen the coming and going |
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Seen them captains and the kings |
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See them navy blue uniforms |
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See them bright and shiny things |
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Bright shiny things |
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The temperature is rising |
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The fever white hot |
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Mister, I ain't got nothing |
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But it's more than you got |
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Chains no longer bind me |
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Not the shackles at my feet |
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Outside are the prisoners |
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Inside the free |
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Set them free |
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Set them free |
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A prize fighter in a corner is told |
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Hit where it hurts |
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Silver and gold |
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Silver and gold |
