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Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Uh huh, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah

Well I got the mean time slippin' down the slide
Some uptight right wing political homicide,
Do what you want,
Take what you will,
Take it in like a south paw,
Flip it on the grill
Bourgeoisie, protocol
Bottoms up, boys, this is your last call
Happy hour doesn't last too long
You know it never does
So I sit here on a bar stool lookin' at the sky
With a buck and a quarter
And a bucket full of rye
Don't step out of line you'll get time in the brig
Don't yield to the mighty
You got your own dirt to dig
You got your own dirt to dig, come on, come on

Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah

Well me and my flea bag friends, we ran
To have our own feast of Crispian
Murphy was there with a number 22
They were caught in the middle of a coup
You will lose me if I don't lose you
And I will lose me if I don’t lose you
Come on, come on, yeah

We haven't chosen
Anyone of you to condemn
Make your decision and choose your side
Or let us begin (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Steeped in knowledge
I'll step from the board
Down to the speak easy
With my double-edged sword
You know the deal
You got to spin the wheel
I heard the heavens are full of sevens
But as a matter of fact
You know that cat suicide jack
He don't play like that
Truth is he don't really play at all

Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
(Oh, oh yeah)

What I want, you ain’t got
I won’t go, so you take me away
I don’t like what I got
I won’t go, so you take me away
I don’t like what I got
I won’t go, so you take me away
I don’t like what I got
I won’t go, so you take me
So, you take me away (So, you take me)
So, you take me away (So, you take me)
So, you take me away (So, you take me)
So, you take me away
Away, away

Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
It's all right...
Uh huh, yeah   Uh huh, yeah   Uh huh, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah      Well I got the mean time slippin' down the slide   Some uptight right wing political homicide,    Do what you want,   Take what you will,    Take it in like a south paw,   Flip it on the grill   Bourgeoisie, protocol   Bottoms up, boys, this is your last call   Happy hour doesn't last too long   You know it never does   So I sit here on a bar stool lookin' at the sky   With a buck and a quarter   And a bucket full of rye   Don't step out of line you'll get time in the brig   Don't yield to the mighty   You got your own dirt to dig   You got your own dirt to dig, come on, come on      Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah      Well me and my flea bag friends, we ran   To have our own feast of Crispian   Murphy was there with a number 22   They were caught in the middle of a coup   You will lose me if I don't lose you   And I will lose me if I don’t lose you   Come on, come on, yeah      We haven't chosen   Anyone of you to condemn   Make your decision and choose your side   Or let us begin (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)      Steeped in knowledge   I'll step from the board   Down to the speak easy   With my double-edged sword   You know the deal   You got to spin the wheel   I heard the heavens are full of sevens   But as a matter of fact   You know that cat suicide jack   He don't play like that   Truth is he don't really play at all      Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   (Oh, oh yeah)      What I want, you ain’t got   I won’t go, so you take me away   I don’t like what I got   I won’t go, so you take me away   I don’t like what I got   I won’t go, so you take me away   I don’t like what I got   I won’t go, so you take me   So, you take me away (So, you take me)   So, you take me away (So, you take me)   So, you take me away (So, you take me)   So, you take me away   Away, away      Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   Here we go   Leave it on the back burner   Take it to the dry town, yeah   It's all right...
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