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well the world's getting heavy and it sticks to my feet |
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well practiced in losing and brave in defeat |
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with no friends in this business you keep your enemies sweet |
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and keep one in the chamber for every stranger you meet |
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I'll take pieces of silver for a head full of rhyme |
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I'll take a headache and a casket for a life full of time |
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I'll take a patch of new mexico and I will call it mine |
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And I'll swear never to return to the scene of the crime |
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Well the mob's getting angry and the torches alight |
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Because they're putting up taxes by a penny tonight |
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And you can never taste freedom boys if you run from a fight |
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And when the heavens are falling take a step to the right |
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So we smoke ourselves skinny and we drink ourselves blind |
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Self-discovery knocks but there is nothing to find |
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And if you're looking for victims would you keep me in mind |
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Let us be kissed on the cheek, let us be fucked from behind |
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There's no need to tread carefully there's no need to fear |
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Just talk in obscure non-specifics and try to look all sincere |
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Every administration blames the one from last year |
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So when consequence calls there'll be nobody here |
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So we sell out our kids for a tank full of gas |
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And a lifetime in plastics for a fistful of cash |
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Let the rivers run dry let the economy crash |
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And let the discotheques resound to the requiem mass |
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So we sell out our kids for a tank full of gas |
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And a lifetime in plastics for a fistful of cash |
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Let the rivers run dry let the economy crash |
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And let the discotheques resound to the requiem mass |