| The gun in your back is a gat
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| And if you move
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| I’ll blow your brains through your hat
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| Motha fucka
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| And if you give me half a chance I’ll drag you down
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| And leave you lying there with no arms and no legs
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| And if you give me half a chance I’ll drag you down
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| And leave you lying there with no arms and no legs
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| Because I love you, but I’d kill you
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| 'Coz you’re human, and I hate you
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| And if you give me half a chance I’ll drag you down
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| And leave you lying there with no arms
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| And I won’t see no legs
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| And if you give me half a chance I’ll drag you down
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| And leave you lying there with no arms and no legs
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| And if the phone is ringing and you can’t reach out
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| You can’t get up can’t get up can’t get up with no arms
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| And no legs and no arms and no legs
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| And if your baby is crying on the floor
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| You can’t get up with no arms
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| You can’t get up with no legs
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| Because I love you, but I’d kill you
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| 'Coz you’re human and I hate you
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| You ain’t got the balls to be a hero
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| Especially you and I’ll cut off your arms
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| I said you ain’t got the balls to be a hero
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| Especially you and I’ll cut off your arms |