| In the Devil’s den
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| Now that we’re grown young men
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| We’re livin' life 'til we say when
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| Takin' dares every now and then
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| Roll the Devil’s dice
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| Playin' in a fool’s paradise
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| Let it ride, let it slide, we decide
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| Hope we win tonight
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| Luck is on our side
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| Future is lookin' so bright
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| Wait, never mind, never mind
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| We’re all gonna die, die, die
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| Fightin' for our souls
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| Time to pay up our foolhardy toll
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| We never really know where we’re gonna go
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| But at least we know we’re puttin' on a show
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| Run n' gun, it goes on and on
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| So raise your glass high 'til we say goodbye
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| Yeah, we’ll beat the head honcho, testify
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| Run n' gun, it goes on and on
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| In the Devil’s house
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| We play the game of cat and mouse
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| Looks like he just might win the joust
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| No matter how much we jump and crouch
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| Rumors are bouncin' 'round
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| We’re playin' in a stageplay now
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| But none of us know how
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| To take the Cala lady down tonight
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| Luck is on our side
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| Future is lookin' so bright
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| We keep in mind, keep in mind
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| As we fight, fight, fight
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| Fightin' for our souls
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| Time to pay up our foolhardy toll
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| We never really know where we’re gonna go
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| But at least we know we’re puttin' on a show
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| Run n' gun, it goes on and on
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| So raise your glass high 'til we say goodbye
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| Yeah, we’ll beat the head honcho, testify
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| Run n' gun, it goes on and on
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| He’s a right hand man
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| Devil’s only friend
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| Layin' it out on the line
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| Rolling the coldest of dice
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| No snake eyes, eyes, eyes
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| We can color up
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| We have had enough of betting wrong
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| We’ve had enough
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| We never really know where we’re gonna go
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| But at least we know we’re puttin' on a show
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| Run n' gun, it goes on and on
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| So raise your glass high 'til we say goodbye
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| Yeah, we’ll beat the head honcho, testify
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| Run n' gun, it goes on and on
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| We never really know what’ll happen next
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| But sooner or later, we’ll pay our respects
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| Run n' gun, it goes on and on
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| We may be little cups but we’ll have our way
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| Turns out, in the end, we made you pay
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| Run n' gun, it goes on and on |