| Well, the world’s getting heavy and it sticks to my feet
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| Well practiced in losing and brave in defeat
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| With no friends in this business you, keep your enemies sweet
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| And keep one in the chamber for every stranger you meet
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| Well, I’ll take pieces of silver for a head full of rhyme
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| I’ll take a headache and a casket for a life full of time
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| I’ll take a patch of New Mexico and I’ll call it mine
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| And I’ll swear never to return to the scene of the crime
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| Well, the mob’s getting angry and the torches alight
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| 'Cause they’re putting up taxes by a penny tonight
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| And you can never taste freedom, boys, if you run from a fight
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| And when the heavens are falling, take a step to the right
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| So we smoke ourselves skinny and we drink ourselves blind
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| Self-discovery knocks but there is nothing to find
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| And if you’re looking for victims, would you keep me in mind
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| Let us be kissed on the cheek, let us be fucked from behind
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| There’s no need to tread carefully there’s no need to fear
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| Just talk in obscure non-specifics and try and look all sincere
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| Every administration blames the one from last year
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| So when consequence calls there’ll be nobody here
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| So we sell out our kids for a tank full of gas
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| And a lifetime in plastics for a fistful of cash
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| Let the rivers run dry let the economy crash
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| And let the discotheques resound to the requiem mass
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| So we sell out our kids for a tank full of gas
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| And a lifetime in plastics for a fistful of cash
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| Let the rivers run dry, let the economy crash
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| And let the discotheques resound to the requiem mass |