| Swervin' on a cocaine highway
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| Bad time to be all alone
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| Can’t find the 7−11
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| Draggin' and I need some smokes
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| Hope nobody sees my face
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| My eyes are about to explode
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| Bright lights would gimme a seizure
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| Loaf of Wonder bread in my nose
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| Paranoia don’t cost a dime
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| Eyes in the back of my head
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| Everything I do is a crime
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| Guess Captain America’s dead
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| Misdemeanor in my walk
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| Felony down in my boots
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| Highway patrol’s there at pump number seven
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| And he got nothing to do
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| No song to get me happy
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| I know my shit’s on the scale
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| Captain America’s about to go down
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| In a Memphis county redneck jail
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| Never take your hand off the line
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| Stay awake and makin' good time
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| Take a long ride on the edge
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| Guess Captain America’s dead
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| Poor boy from ol' Santa Fe
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| But I got a whole lotta cash
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| .22 under my car seat
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| Shaking hands with my stash
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| I am the ugly stranger
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| My black coat gimme away
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| One more time back into the bathroom
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| No I didn’t come to stay
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| Paranoia don’t cost a dime
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| Eyes in the back of my head
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| Everything I do is a crime
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| Guess Captain America’s dead |
| America’s dead
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| America’s dead
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| America’s dead
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| America’s dead |