| Dear lord I’ve got to see some change 'cause the man in the mirrors got a mask
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| on his face
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| Father forgive me for my sinful ways I’m just tired of being treated like a
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| damned ol' stray
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| But every dog has his days
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| And I’ma make it mine
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| Man I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired but I’ma give this shit one last
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| try
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| Riding into town and my eyes are wide
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| and my mouth is dry
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| Desperate times call for desperate measures
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| Desperado seeking treasure
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| But I ain’t found this buried in the ground
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| I looked around and I feel dumb founded
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| I met up with Hubb right outside of those gates
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| Cause were pissed off of being pissed on by
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| Rich boys with silver plates
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| But we’ll stake our claim
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| Here and now listen up and I’ll tell you how
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| I’ma go first with this sawed off
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| And if there’s anyone left you gonna take 'em out
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| Here’s the plan
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| Hit the safe gonna break it down
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| First off we gon' stand Hubb in that thing like he’s from outta town
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| And put the money down
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| Like he wants a brand new ticket for the lottery
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| He’ll scratch it off then hit the door
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| And then commitence the robbery
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| Busted in the door and let’s the buck shots sing
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| with the safe starts feeling like a dream
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| Watched her hit the wall she probably won’t feel a thing
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| But Hubb looked back at me like «what the he’ll did I just see»
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| Dear lord I’ve got to see some change cause the man in the mirrors got a mask
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| on his face
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| Father forgive me for my sinful ways I’m just tired of being treated like a
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| damned ol stray
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| But every dog has his day
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| And I’ma make it mine
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| Rolled up in the town on a black stallion
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| 400 horse on the gas gallon
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| Tumble weeds
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| Hit the brakes
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| Dusty breeze
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| Dismount, hit the ground with them guns out
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| And the suns out
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| Its high noon somebody might loose their life soon
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| Cause I need a break but can’t seem to catch one
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| Bullets are gonna fly if I don’t get some cash soon
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| I have to, 'cause I’d hate to show y’all a bad dude
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| But man I’m really getting pissed off
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| So broke I ain’t even got a piss pot
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| I’ma get mine with the six shot
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| As the reason were making this little pit stop
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| Yeah
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| So I laid my money on the on the counter top it’s
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| So quiet you could hear a penny drop
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| Then I start to sweat man grab a handkerchief
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| From my jacket pocket
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| Cashier says «whatcha need honey?»
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| Lottery ticket here’s my money
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| When she hands it to me
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| Next thing I know poor girl laying down bleeding out
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| In front me ears ringing as the sinners enter
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| The room in the back with the safe was centered
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| Look down in dismay cause it was all In vain
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| The lotto ticket was a winner
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| Twenty thousand
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| Plain as day
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| Now there blood on my hands can’t wash away
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| Ya know what they say
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| Every dog has his day
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| Man what’s the hold up we’ve done the hold up
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| Hit the safe that’s where the money’s stowed up
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| Man I know but this tickets loaded
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| We killed somebody this plan has blown up
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| No time to waste man fuck the safe let’s get somewhere
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| Where nobody knows us
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| Jump out the window!
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| Woah!
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| Guess who showed up
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| Hit the ground with the glass shards
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| 5−0 flying in like Nascar
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| We bit the dust then started running
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| Half way to the car they started gunning
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| Blood pouring outta my nose cause they shot our asses we froze up
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| We looked around dropped to the ground
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| Next thing ya know we woke up
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| Dear lord I’ve gotta see some change cause the man in the mirrors got a mask on
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| his face
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| Father forgive me for my sinful ways I’m just tired of being treated like a
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| damned ol stray
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| But every dog has his days
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| And imma make it mine |