Hillbilly blood, fighting like a lion
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At your feet in the swamp, in the deep forest
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Where no one hears my desperate roar
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The confused world, a flower under your feet
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It grows so quietly and nourishes the world's tension
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You have to stand in line like a dog
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I have a shotgun right now
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I want to defend my loved ones
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Even in front of me, a darkened figure stands in the mirror
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I fall slowly into the depths
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Smoky whiskey lies on my table
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In a rocking chair on a wooden pier
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At sunset we sail down the river
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Let's run through a minefield
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The sky is burning softly above our heads
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The walls are collapsing, they are roaring loudly
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In the swamp in the footsteps of people
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What did not reach the finish line, they disappeared through the darkness
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The sky is burning softly above our heads
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The walls are collapsing, roaring loudly
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We wander the deep forest
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When all those worries boldly invite you to dance. |
In the morning the fog stretches over the river
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And a hangover in the evening, head like a shard
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I wake up the dirty waters of clay, the waters of blood
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Rings on hands, slit lip
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Mossberger on the wall, flannel as Lambridge
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A shot for breakfast, I guess I have a hard attack
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I park a Cadillac, leatherback seats
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Every time in the middle of a tomb raider quaterback
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Call me white trash, I'm wearing Danny
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I have a Black Sabbath T-shirt
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Redneck like a beast, in the middle of the woods
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You hear either a chirp or just silence
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I live in solitude, watering people's heads in my head
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I don't owe anyone anything
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Let me die and bury me like a legend
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May I finally rest |