| Ease yourself on down
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| And if you’re bound and frowned
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| You better put it on down
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| 'Cause 4am, gonna hit it again
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| Leaving dollar bills on the buffalo hills
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| The moon’s eye is frozen shut
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| These vacant lanes unknown, uncut
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| Shredded up and sold for seed
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| Another tribute sent to a backwards breed
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| Hear those buzzards flap their heaps
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| Up above where skies are cheap
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| For pioneers with chandeliers
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| Darkened arks in diamond ears
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| Through those rusty windows
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| Traffics shoot like venom
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| Static addicts
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| Causing us to fly like sticks
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| Fumes of flags and endless wicks
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| Inferno!
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| Inferno!
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| Inferno!
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| Habitrails of garbage pails
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| I search and strip my stale grails
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| And when it’s time to strike the blues
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| I gotta let my jive and jack-ass fuse
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| This pollution is electrocution
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| Riffs and rags, no resolution
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| My wagon limps a miser’s pace
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| On borrowed fuels of lice and lace
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| Hail to the mother man
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| Can’t stand the soul can
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| Cold sweat, tiger tan
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| Sold my gold and left this land
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| Vaccination, cancellation
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| Tuning in to the two-bit station
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| Alkaline batteries shot
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| Summer’s all tied
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| In the hangman’s knot
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| INFERNO!!! |