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Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine |
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A little more every day |
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Holding for a friend till the band do well |
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Then the D.E.A. locked him away |
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Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors |
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Bang bang, go the boots on the floor |
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Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son |
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An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame |
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Gave all his money away |
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"Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son" |
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And so they certified him insane |
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And then there's Keith, waiting for trial |
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Twenty-five thousand bail |
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If he goes down you won't hear his sound |
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But his friends carry on anyway |
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Fuck 'em! |
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Jail guitar doors |
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Fifty four/forty six was my number |
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Right now someone else has that number |