| Are we speeding up the highways of life?
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| No hazard lights on, never stopping for gas
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| Never to think what we did wrong
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| Those freeway signs say we passed, says: «Slow Down»
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| But you on the road now
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| You see the accident; |
| you figured you’ll go around
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| So without your signal lights on you switch lanes
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| Into the other dude’s path in the past we had big names
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| Radio on the forecast said there’s black clouds and thick rain
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| Somehow you think of the cat you blasted in the past
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| «Thick Cash"was his nickname; we all brought up in hard luck
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| Elevators with beer bottle and piss stains
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| Or was it the ice in the mixture of the liquor
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| That made you sleep with your wife’s sister
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| Or was it the emblem lights that made you see the bright picture
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| You wake up; |
| the horn’s blowing, the engine running
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| The next sign up the road reads: «The End Is Coming»
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| (Hook) Priest
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| So you put your hand back on the key, you turn the ignition
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| Taking off at full speed, a rider’s ambition
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| Caught an empty bottle Tequila in the passenger seat
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| Glance up in the rear view mirror start patting your cheeks
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| Gotta stay awake, all the alcohol got you falling asleep
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| All the poisonous toxins your body absorbed in a week
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| Look in the same mirror again
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| See all your so called friends sitting behind you
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| And that remind you
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| Of all your mother’s words that you was blind to You lose control over your wheel
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| You begin to swerve beyond the lines and almost blew
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| Your tires, bad news for the driver
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| Your heart’s racing fast, there’s no off ramp for you to get gas
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| Just a dark crooked path, you pray patrol lights flash
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| But when you look through the glass your whole life pass
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| You see a sign up ahead, it’s the toll
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| On the other side is the crossroad
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| The croak lady smiles, mother something
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| She said up ahead the accident one miles says:
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| (Hook) Priest
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| The forming nature of man was designed as God planned
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| Till it was destroyed from the fruit from one hand
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| Then we built a fruit stand
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| A life reduction, reluctant to get sucked in Our luck ends in the cuffs to the pens
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| Then there’s a prayer discussions
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| Angels or devils, tough decision
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| When an narcotic is doing most of the discussion with us Thank goodness we came to the status of a relic
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| Affectionately regarded, it’s true
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| But it’s irrelevant to our times
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| Devilishment fill our minds
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| And not to glorify it, 'cause I side with the righteous
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| It brings out life best in abundance
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| Dice bets up in the hundreds
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| Gamble with death, the price is set for us to be hunted
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| But what did the streets do for us?
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| But kill all of us, the morgue or the bus?
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| You lose your life or doing life
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| You decide tonight,
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| (Hook) Priest
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| (Priest talking)
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| Just when you grab on to the wheel
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| When you’re driving over will
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| It’s man’s will
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| It’s not an actual call will
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| And your drive is what drives you
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| The motivation, understand that
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| Understand this road —
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| That we’re up is a crossroads
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| We have to make a decision
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| And know «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming»
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| «The End Is Coming» |