| Olive drab army jacket linin'
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| That’s how I ride around shinin' like the Pope Thermals undercoat,
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| coins for the vote
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| Forked road, I took both
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| Frostbitten flurry snow past town
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| Choked with black smoke
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| «No water needed,» said black folk
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| «We seeped it when them cracks show»
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| Exchange pounds, lit the dro
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| Let it go 'round
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| They kept it movin' twice as fast though
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| Bombed out by dawn
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| Long John
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| Hobo commando, rusty revolvers
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| Haunted pianos, look out below
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| Splash, cold water, wake up, don’t pray for us
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| Those who face the sun
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| Stared down through taco-shell-colored eyes
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| I am not a destined here by design
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| Restless Canaanite, fading light, shake the dice
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| Rode the trip 'til that elevator cable pop
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| Weightless faith like make a wish
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| broken myth, pbiscuit
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| Tucked inside of a trench boot
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| Serpentine roads, gabardine robes
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| In dreams, fire rose
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| Wake to cold coals
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| Cinders, ash, glass
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| Pharaohs laugh behind death masks
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| Panic rooms filled with cash
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| Doors wide open, smash and grab
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| Split the stash in sand dune shed, sour gas
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| Cowards cower and let the final hour pass
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| No fiery lake, the craft of hate
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| Left to his fate |