| I’m the first man up to tow the line
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| Shot down. |
| Light up whiskey bottles of turpentine
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| Written out a eulogy for anyone who tries to cross my path
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| I fill the ranks of saints and sinners, the futures and the aftermaths
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| Say a prayer for me God knows I can’t control myself
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| A new storms coming, and it won’t be long
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| Mama said I was a no good son
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| I think it’s time for me to make my mark
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| Headlines and police cars…
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| A tragedy from the start
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| I’m the poison in the well
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| I’m the fruit rotting on the vine
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| You still don’t believe me?
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| Out of many will come one
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| Let the gates of hell swing wide for me
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| Say a prayer for me God knows I can’t control myself
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| A new storms coming, and it won’t be long
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| Mama said I was a no good son
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| I think it’s time for me to make my mark
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| Headlines and police cars…
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| A tragedy from the start
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| It’s a new religion come get in line
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| Hellhounds are barking and they’re close behind
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| A promise land awaits this odd man out and it’s all mine
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| You just lead and I will follow
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| Say a prayer for me God knows I can’t control myself
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| A new storms coming, and it won’t be long
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| Mama said I was a no good son
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| I think it’s time for me to make my mark
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| Headlines and police cars…
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| A tragedy from the start |