| Two tickets on a Chevrolet train
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| I’ve got a suicide pact with your name
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| You can doubt any doubt any move that is made
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| 'cause I’m putting the worries to page
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| In a flash you’ll be quick to react
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| I’m a useful spade for the grave
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| Collect calls to the shadow in town
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| So what were the chances of saying
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| You must remove the skin and burn it all for fuel
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| Knock out teeth to improve how you look
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| And you’re using your tongue for a flag
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| You look tired in you funeral suit
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| There’s caskets for all to be had
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| Real estate cemetery, move over
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| I’m useful as bones in the tomb
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| Gas drinks for the shadow in town
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| Because another record is due
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| You must remove the skin and burn it all for fuel
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| You must remove the skin and burn it all for fuel |