| You’re no longer welcome here
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| You can’t just have everything you like
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| We’re an easy kind
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| But you crossed the line
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| You were banished, babe
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| We have made the call
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| Man it’s a fucked up world
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| Beyond these walls
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| But you brought this on yourself
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| And there ain’t no other way
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| You’re never ever, ever, ever coming back
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| Take some bread and my pocket knife
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| That’s the last gift you’ll receive
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| This is the last that you’ll ever hear from me
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| You’re no longer welcome here
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| You bent the rules so I get broke
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| You paid us no due
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| You made us a joke
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| You’ve forever shown
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| We’ve have forgotten your first name
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| You said, it’s our fault
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| But we’re not to blame
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| Now you got a loss of faith
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| You got to live under the sky
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| Of a broken down blues colored place
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| Take a word from me
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| Never look em in the eye
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| This is the last advice you’ll ever get from me
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| You’re no longer welcome here
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| And I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do
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| I’m gonna live here too
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| I’m gonna roll with you
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| 'Cause we’re no longer welcome here
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| We just can’t have everything we like
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| We’re an easy kind
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| About to cross the line
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| With the sinners and the losers
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| And the long winded bruisers
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| This is the last that I’ll ever ask of you
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| Now we brought this on ourselves
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| But there ain’t no other way
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| No, we’re never ever, ever, ever coming back |