| I found myself slipping away
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| Just this side of dead
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| I woke up in a box car
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| I wasn’t in my bed
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| I found my leg chained to a spike
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| That ran down through the floor
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| Attached to thirteen angry men
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| All rotten to the core
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| But I’m innocent I cried right out
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| I’m in someone else’s dream
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| They looked around and laughed out loud
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| Said «brother, so are we»
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| «yeah brother, so are we»
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| But I’m a big celebrity
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| Known all round the land
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| «well buddy you ain’t no one here
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| Man, you ain’t in demand»
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| Speeding t’wards a flaming wall
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| Like a screaming sonic boom
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| I really gotta wake up now
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| Or I may meet my doom oh lord,
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| I may meet my doom
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| So all that I remember
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| Is how much my body hurt
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| Now I’m sleeping in the graveyard
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| On the wrong side of the dirt
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| Yeah I’m on the wrong side of the dirt
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| Wrong side of the dirt, don’t you know
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| I’m on the wrong side of the dirt |