| It’s 3 a. |
| m in the combat zone
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| Gentlemen, start your engines
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| They can close this bar but baby, I ain’t goin'
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| Gentlemen, start your engines
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| If you lock up the whiskey, give me gasoline
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| I got a seven grand red line on the black machine
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| The dead can do my sleepin', if you know what I mean
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| Gentlemen, start your engines
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| Got a little girl here in a pinafore
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| Gentlemen, start your engines
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| She’s gonna do us on and beg for more
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| Gentlemen, start your engines
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| It’s dark outside but it’s darker within
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| Check the back of my jacket just to see my grin
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| They don’t write poems about the state I’m in
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| Gentlemen, start your engines
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| One of these days I’m gonna pull myself together
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| Soon as I finish tearin' myself apart
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| Let me tell you, honey, there’s a mighty stormy whether
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| Rollin' 'round the caverns of my heart
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| When the police come you better let 'em in
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| Gentlemen, start your engines
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| Don’t forget to tell 'em what a sport I’ve been
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| Gentlemen, start your engine
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| I got a head full of vintage TNT
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| Gonna blow me up instead of burying me
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| If you don’t like trouble believe me
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| Gentlemen, start your engines
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| Gentlemen, start your engines
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| Gentlemen, start, gentlemen, start
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| Gentlemen, start your engines
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| Like the Devil’s Mustangs, I’ve been ridin' hell for leather
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| Put away angry and angry in the dark
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| Let me tell you, honey, there’s some mighty stormy weather
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| Rollin' 'round the caverns of my heart |