| I’m a gambler and I’m a runner
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| But you knew that when you lay down
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| I’m a picture of ugly stories
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| I’m a killer and I’m a clown
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| Step into the street by sundown
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| Step into your last goodbye
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| You’re a target just by living
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| Twenty dollars will make you die
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| I wear lace and I wear black leather
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| My hands are lightning upon my gun
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| My shots are clean and my shots are final
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| My shots are deadly and when it’s done
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| You’re as stiff as my smoking barrel
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| You’re as dead as a desert night
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| You’re a notch and I’m a legend
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| You’re at peace and I must hide
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| Tell me where the hell I’m going
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| Let my bones fall in the dust
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| Can’t you hear that ghost that’s calling
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| As my Colt begins to rust, in the dust
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| I’m a killer, I’m a clown
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| I’m a priest that’s gone to town |