| We’ll make us some money
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| Make the world look funny
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| As they glance on through a burning asshole
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| Down to the castles of the vampire dreams
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| And you know Frankenstein I am
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| Mean man in a can
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| Way down on that lonesome road
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| Where nobody goes, it’s a terrible thing
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| It’s just the peace in your heart you know
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| It’s just the peace in your heart that you’re playing like a part
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| Of another world someplace somewhere
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| As if there was another dream way beyond what you see
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| Moving right in your mind right there
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| You’ve got Christ on twice
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| Got the rivers on boats and then you’re floatin' down the stream
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| Yeah youre floatin' like an old goat on Bill Grogan’s goat
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| Wasn’t feeling mighty fine in the rain
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| Bill Grogan’s on goat and it’s tied to the railroad train
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| You coughed him up a can and you threw away the man
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| And then you flagged him on down again
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| Around and round again around and round again
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| Once on friend like a brother coming in and then
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| I’m back on my round Again
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| All down people all down on the down you know what is down on the slide
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| And everyone told you and everyone told you and everybody told a goddamn Lie
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| They were lying and the cheat laying in the graves
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| Way down in the Devil’s Hole
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| He was down with the soul where you do what you’re told
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| Or you die and you never get back again
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| Yeah on a riverboat ride down to the world you say what you are
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| Like you said something to some dollar bill
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| On somebody on somebody else’s star
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| You was ringin' em thing and then am swingin' em ding ah na na
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| Riding Harley on a Charlie on a Ho Minh Chin trail
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| Down in a outlaw bout on a mafioso
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| Motherfucker till ya godfathers met on a telephone ride
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| You seeing how much you got to spend
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| He said you keeping my money from acting kinda funny
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| And ya calling me back to play like your honey
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| And it comes around and you jump like easter bunny in my mind
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| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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| I been down through that old hat dreams on fine and you
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| You been playing behind yourself you double dirty crossing you dog
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| You lied and snitched and ran off
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| Left your father in a grave
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| In a grave
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| He had died and burned in the fire lying there Nuremburg
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| Freeing bird purest word down on it studersburg (?)
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| Dreams on the sky said to fly higher than your eye
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| Beyond everything you ever thought a dream
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| In your mind I can shine
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| Way beyond thought
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| Way beyond to my lizard
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| And my spiders on my rock
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| And my deepest down deeper
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| Than my Devil’s Hole
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| And I cried down again
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| I said goddamn you lost your soul
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| You sold out you damn fool
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| What you end up with
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| Somebody’s rule
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| You got to play evil
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| And down in sin
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| You got to be there
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| Truss it back again
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| Cut it on down
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| Bring it around
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| And let me go on
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| To my home where I love
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| Down on anywhere’s OK
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| I’m just livin' in my own motherfuckin' dream
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| You’ve been walking every goddamn day
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| In my motherfuckin' day death row
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| Down on the hole
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| Fix the green submarines you jellybean jerkin' jeans
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| Down through everybody’s mind can’t you see
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| Geneva on the M.X. |
| riding on the world free
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| How come you won’t let me back in and live what I earned. |
| I earned my way
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| Out of this goddamn can. |
| I told you I didn’t break your motherfuckin'
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| Law. |
| you goddamn fool. |
| 1776, you think I’m gonna die for that again?
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| Fuck you! |
| you carry it back. |
| you carry that motherfucker back one time
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| And then bring it on back to my city in my rhyme and play like you’re
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| Something over me, fool. |
| I’ll take my pistol and teach you a rule
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| Down through my outlaw swing on a noose
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| You think I was playing fancy fantail with your bridge party and your
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| Mother Goose
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| You better get down on your spiritual mind
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| Try back through samurai
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| Moving on a shallow wish know I
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| Arrows arrows
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| Sweet purple bug brain
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| All slave to the one self of all god is all in the wisdom of the one
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| That lives down inside of you, fool
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| Don’t keep trying to take me back to school
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| Teach me whose motherfuckin' rule
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| I read that book crook
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| I took another look
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| To seeing the cement was even dying under your feets
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| And the walls had great cracks
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| And then you play like your wisdom was God’s on some summer mind’s
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| Walker
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| And then you told somebody you drank another bottle of scotch
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| Then I took up on my Cutty Sark
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| And I flew around the world on a drunk ride |