| When the fire burns
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| 'Neath a zombie moon
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| Ya feel the winds of chang
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| Oh the drums will tell the tune
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| And you know it’s true
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| Can ya feel the geat
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| Of the setting sun
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| Burning up the streets
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| This beat has got mixed blood
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| And I know it too
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| But now her mama’s got hte eyes
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| Like she’s workin’on a heart attack
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| A fella never can tell
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| And I’m about to go bananas
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| With the «when ya comin’bcack?»
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| So we’re hittin’the road
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| And we’re pumpin’thunder
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| Mama look out for down below
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| Get the show on the road
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| I’s the feeling we’re under
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| You can feel it right down
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| to Yout
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| Knucklebones
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| One of these dark nights
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| Asthe saying goes
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| There’s some dirty work
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| To be done down by the crossroads
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| Ans I know it’s true
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| Ain’t no use waitin'
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| For your invitation
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| King Kong never had it so clean
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| We’ll do the Fat Cat Shake
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| We’ll have our cake and eat it too
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| You coukd never, no, no, no, never, beat this squeeze!
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| Because we’re hittin0 the road
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| And we’re punpi’thunder
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| Mama look out for down below
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| Get the show on the road
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| It’s rally no wonder
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| You can feel it right down
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| To Your
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| Knucklebones
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| Must be the heat
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| Stop dreamin’and start drivin', Stevie
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| (Repeat chorus). |