| Damn them dogs is really smart
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| Think I’d better lose the snowshoes
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| Thought the skid marks on the road’d throw them off
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| But damn them dogs is smart
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| And on Devil’s Island of the heart
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| You can’t afford to make a big mistake
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| You gotta plan your jail break carefully
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| Very carefully!
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| And them crickets chirping in my hair
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| They’re about to drive me smack insane
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| I don’t know quite who put 'em there
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| But everytime I hear 'em it sound just like;
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| When Jesus gets a brand new name!
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| When Jesus gets a brand new name!
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| Now I’m hiding in a funky shadow
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| I see a TV show through the window
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| There’s lawyers riding in a speedboat
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| They’re solving cases on the ocean
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| I’m going over the waterfalls
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| I’m a lamb to the slaughter ya’ll
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| Better duck because that flying thing
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| Is coming back this way!
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| I tell you what the hay!
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| Friggin A!
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| A certified genius couldn’t do it better
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| You disagree?
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| Well, that’s okay, we’ll notify you with a letter!
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| When Jesus gets a brand new name!
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| When Jesus gets a brand new name!
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| Golden dust, golden bones, golden opportunities
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| You flush 'em all down the rusty drain
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| Better laugh, boy, before you feel the pain
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| And get yourself good and saved
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| Make sure that you are well behaved;
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| You should part your hair
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| You should shine your shoes
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| You should say your prayers
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| You should pay your dues
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| You do heart surgery with a hammer
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| Then you lock 'em all up in the gospel slammer
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| 'Till there’s nothing left for this corpse to say
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| Except «Drag my stinking butt away!»
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| When Jesus gets a brand new name!
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| When Jesus gets a brand new name!
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| My friends;
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| Cross your fingers, cross your hearts
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| 'Cause they’ve ripped that sucker clean apart
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| And don’t catch my whole guitar on fire
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| As you embrace the lips of my wild desire
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| Now you’re messing with my superstition
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| Hey, what about the Inquisition?!
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| Yeah I like 'em big, like 'em chunky
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| I like 'em pasty faced, like a superjunky
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| You steal the water from the well of love
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| It’ll sit in your tummy like O.J.'s glove
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| So don’t you give me none
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| Of that dadgummed shango
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| 'Cause I know that it takes two to tango!
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| When Jesus gets a brand new name!
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| When Jesus gets a brand new name! |