| We are no good sons of bitches in this travellin' band
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| And slick ass lickers are something that we can’t stand
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| We’re midnight howlers from the dark side of the moon
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| Just wait for us baby 'cause we’re gonna fix you soon
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| Years on the road like ducks on the run
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| We’ve got troubles, we’ve got fun
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| We’ve never been too close to the sun
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| We’ve been around the world and across this land
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| And we’ve got things you’ll never understand
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| We’ve been raised high, we’ve been torn down
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| But we’re gonna live forever 'cause we’ve got this sound
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| Years on the road like ducks on the run
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| We’ve got troubles, we’ve got fun
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| We’ve never been too close to the sun
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| But who cares?
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| We are smalltown maniacs, we like the burning sand
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| And we know what we need and know what we want
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| And we know what we’ve seen and know what we feel
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| But it ain’t so bad if you are down on your knees
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| Begging honey down on your knees
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| We are no good sons of bitches in this travellin' band
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| We’re midnight howlers from the dark side of the moon
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| We are smalltown maniacs in the smalltown band
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| We are smalltown maniacs, we like the burning sand
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| We are smalltown maniacs in the smalltown band
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| We are smalltown maniacs, we like the burning sand
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| And we know what we need and know what we want
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| And we know what we feel and know what we’ve seen
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| But it ain’t so bad if you are down on your knees
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| Begging honey down on your knees |