| Sims:
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| Barrel full of powder ship full of tea/
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| Closer by the hour bringing sick to the seas/
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| Bellies full of barter thick with the thieve/
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| Once they hit the harbor its a wick on the breeze/
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| There goes another one right out from under em/
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| Different sea shore same thirty stores/
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| There goes another one right out from under em/
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| Worldwide mining town steal it up sell it down/
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| Not too long ago mom and pop owned the shop/
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| Prognosis progress the Dow owns the block/
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| Here to sell em salvation or elevation sort of signal disorder its celebration
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| Florida/
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| They got the medicine to fix your mood
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| til you learn to mind your place and eat that Sysco food/
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| Crave the arrogance the rich folks ooze/
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| Take life waste life just to get those jewels. |
| Thats right
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| All:
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| Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/ low life/ low light/ recite that untold/
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| Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour
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| Cecil Otter:
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| It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower
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| All:
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| Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/ low life/ low light/ recite that untold/
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| Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour
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| Cecil Otter:
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| It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder
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| Dessa:
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| It seems like weve fallen out of favor/ the era ended on us/
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| Now the moneys just paper/ the houses all haunted/
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| We had a hell of a run before it caught up/
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| For all the corners cut/ we got an avalanche of sawdust/
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| Life of the party/ were the death of the novel/
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| The glass is half empty/ so pass the next bottle/
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| Its the flight of the salesman/ death of the bumblebee/
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| Nothing left for the/ attorneys and the tumbleweeds/
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| They say that Gods on the right/ so goes the rhetoric/
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| But I think that cross is a kite/ that left a skeleton/
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| And I think that Russel was right/ but thats irrelevant friend/
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| For all I know therell be nothing left to defend tomorrow/
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| Sugar in the gas tank/ nothing in the cash box/
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| Thought that we were sick/ lookin like its smallpox/
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| The bullets are still on the shelves/
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| But when the armory empties/ were melting down the bells/
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| All:
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| Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/ low life/ low light/ recite that untold/
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| Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour
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| Cecil Otter:
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| It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower
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| All:
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| Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/ low life/ low light/ recite that untold/
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| Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour
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| Cecil Otter:
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| It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder
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| P.O.S.
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| Its the end of Law and Order/ Dick Wolf/ aware in America/
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| Rockin a cheap sheep suit/ pulled wool/ weave through/
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| But stay on course/ till pulled over by that pulled pork/
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| Cops/ keeping the piece/ cocked/
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| Catch and release like a sportsman/
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| See em in/ on the court then/ piss poor payin them a portion/
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| Ha/ funny how they distort/ extortion/ never better/ POS
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| Dance to the rhetoric/ lean to the left they call me terrorish/
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| Rock with it/ dance fever got em peepin out the prints on the floor/
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| True believers keep they eyes on the horizons/
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| Catch me sizing up the silent/ check the crooked grind/
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| Watch me 50/50 / deep the balance between the coping/
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| And the feeble mind/ I hope the broken folk rewind/
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| Nothing left for token jokers here/ skate off/ were doing fine/
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| All:
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| Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/ low life/ low light/ recite that untold/
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| Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour
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| Cecil Otter:
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| It will be arrow after arrow after bullet after sunflower
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| All:
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| Uh huh uh huh heads will roll/ low life/ low light/ recite that untold/
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| Keep with the goals/ rehearse for the 11th hour
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| Cecil Otter:
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| It will be barrel after barrel after barrel of that gunpowder |