| Just have been stopped by the highway
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| patrol,
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| must have been a few miles more than I
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| ought to go.
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| Cop drags me out of my velvet Van,
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| feel the cold metal of his 45
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| er, «Freeze man!»
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| «Black leather and silver crosses
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| that seems like bloody blasphemy to me,
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| it’s exactly what we do not appreciate
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| in town,
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| You better hit the road before I nail
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| you down! |
| «As I try to speak he unlocks his gun,
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| California is the state of fun,
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| no further questions, and no replies,
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| there is no good living, when your body
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| dies.
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| Reentering the van I got a talk with
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| Smith & Wesson,
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| together we decide it’s time to teach a
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| lesson
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| last glimps to the man with the star
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| a quick click, then a blow, shows him
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| who we are!
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| Heavy shooting on Highway 101
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| near exit Myer’s Flat, Casualties 1
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| Fugative in velvet van is heading north
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| towards Washington State Border |