Go on further and we will lay to waste,
precious
I guess sometimes I'm lucky
when I go,
For whole days at
I'm an honest woman
A representative of
The state of
Dead,
Or is he dying?
Was he mugged?
Or did he quit trying?
Regardless
You can hear the sound
of each little town,
'Cause they all
Lower your weapon
and I'll lower mine,
A standoff no tradeoff,
A payoff
Coupling cling and brawl
coupling time to tell,
Sympathy there's no need
long
I hit every red light,
I threw everything out
of the house
I got tired of the same old face,
So I quit
You'd be a cop if
if you weren't a punk,
In fact
Liqour store, liqour store
One on every corner,
Checks cashed any
time NO
Almost to the point,
Where in the past I've given up,
But
I refuse,
Refuse to weaken my will,
Adhered here glue to these
My associates called,
They want small bills,
Roll me over and suck
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