| I’ve got perfection strapped on my side, yeah
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| This evil seduction playin' with my mind, oh, yeah
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| When someone comes bangin' upon my door
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| All bent out of shape with a cocked .44
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| I can show you how to play the game
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| So you better pray and take aim
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| Well, you’ve got temptation written in your eyes
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| And I know we’re hit with the worst of it
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| It’s killing inside us all
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| When some trigger happy cowboy
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| Put a bullet in his brain
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| Only God knows better 'cause he created shame
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| Whre’s the season whre we become one
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| Is it on its way?
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| It’s what I gotta say
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| And I’m gonna do, oh, Lord
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| Is make things fine, yeah
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| With my favorite 9
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| It’s what I gotta say
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| And I’m gonna do, oh, Lord
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| Is make things right, yeah
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| With my favorite 9
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| Ooh, every time I turn around
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| And someone’s trying to make me get sick
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| And someone pulled a trigger
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| Then another little kid gets hit
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| So get 'em, so get 'em
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| It’s what I gotta say
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| And I’m gonna do
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| Is make things right
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| It’s what I gotta say
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| And I’m gonna do, oh, Lord
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| Is make things right
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| With my favorite 9, hey! |