| Out in the desert the sun and burning sand
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| I left your message now I hold out both my hands
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| As you just shake your head I know it’s understood
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| You never listen but I say I think you should
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| Some lie! |
| Some lie! |
| Cover up a trail of murder
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| This operation so bold yet still sublime
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| Around — around, tailor-made to suit your purpose
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| Don’t believe what you’ve been told
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| We’ve nothing left at all
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| Stone cold and reckless messiah’s burning land
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| I got your message got it holed up in my hands
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| It’s all just shake 'n' bake I hope it’s understood
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| Some never listen but I say I think you should
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| Some lie! |
| Some lie! |
| Cover up a trail of murder
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| This operation so bold yet still sublime
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| Around — around tailor-made to suit your purpose
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| Don’t believe what you’ve been told
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| We’ve nothing left at all
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| Shards and splinters in my soul
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| Bloody trail of murder still
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| You think you’re in control
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| But this trail goes further |