| No calm, no hesitation
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| No alarms, no self-preservation
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| Just nerves and ashtrays and on and on
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| (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| No sleep without assistance
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| Gotta bash the brain into submission, yeah
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| Just close the windows and lock the doors
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| (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
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| You’ll never take me alive but you can try it
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| I swear there’s safety I find laying with lions
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| My brain is sharpening knives on my silence
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| And everybody swears they got a right to know huh?
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| I’m pounding nails in the oak with some old slag
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| Shoulda known better than to think they would hold back
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| I boarded up the windows with fence post slats
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| I swear the man took a look inside as he rolled past
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| I’m raising my flagpole to find my gold 'gats and rag up
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| (Mmmhmm, Mmmhmm)
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| I’m wearing my bare feet drinking the Jim Beam from a plastic cup
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| (Mmmhmm, Mmmhmm)
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| Of course there’s some poison underneath the sink, there’s more than enough
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| (Mmmhmm, Mmmhmm)
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| Good fences make good neighbors, go ahead friend and call my bluff
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| Ah, Sid Vicious version of «My Way»;
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| Scary loud, hurtin' 'em, cursing
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| I’m working the nerves of a little bird
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| Who told you what? |
| Lies? |
| Right, hah what
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| Tell 'em I took more and I was often offered less
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| But went right ahead anyway
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| Let 'em know that I will not be thrown
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| And if that’s how you gauge your trust, get goin'
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| Get a lock, get hidden, get smokes, get safe no kiddin'
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| No jokes, no place for children
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| No diggin', I swear it
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| This head seeks yours and you should not explore the depths of it
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| Just recollect your common sense and run
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| Period |