| So what becomes of the load?
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| You pin that fucker down
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| All the load still remain
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| Look to the sky there�s a fire
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| The hope that summer brings
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| Take him down, drag him round
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| And it’s hard to; |
| win anything on the Jesus wheel
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| And it’s hard for you, to win anything on the Jesus wheel
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| And under starlight I will come to life
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| I will not tow the line
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| And through my blood line
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| Out of my mind�s I, I will not socialize
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| And it’s hard to; |
| win anything on the Jesus wheel
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| And it’s hard for you, to win anything on the Jesus wheel
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| So what becomes of the load?
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| You spin that fucker round
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| All the load still remains
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| Look to the sky there�s a fire
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| The chill November brings
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| Take him down, drag him round
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| And it’s hard to; |
| win anything on the Jesus wheel
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| And it’s hard for you, to win anything on the Jesus wheel
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| On the Jesus wheel
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| On the Jesus wheel |