| You took it for granted, you thought I would leave
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| Your friends were in the bar, you picked a fight
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| You never expected that I was protected
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| You never saw the danger in your sight
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| In shock, your friends all around you
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| See you lying in a pool of red
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| It’s quiet, the bar becomes silent
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| They can’t accept the fact that you’re dead
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| Rednecks, your friends all started crying
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| Too bad they never realized
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| Justice, my shotgun justice left you paralyzed
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| You thought I had left but I went to my car
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| I came back with my shotgun too
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| Returned in a minute, I fired my rounds
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| And now there’s nothing left of you
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| I never look for trouble, but if trouble comes around
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| I’ve got the shortest fuse of any psychopath in town
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| You should’t talk to strangers, there might be a price to pay
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| Too late to change your attitude you just got blown away
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| Itchy trigger, finger I reacted instantly
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| No one else will have to deal with your mentality
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| A cancer on society, you’ll pick no fights again
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| You’re just a mess of rotting flesh whose time has come my friend
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| Life is just a memory, you got what you deserved
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| You thought you were a tough guy, thought you’d get on someone’s nerves
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| Everybody left the bar, you called those traitors friends
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| No one came to help you, no one came to your defense
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| Your friends all learned a lesson, too bad it come too late
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| Now they know the consequence of those of us who hate
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| You stare blank at the ceilling, you forgot to close your eyes
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| This is how a scumbag dies! |