| I can’t walk, and I dont talk, and I can’t see a thing
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| Over the balcony and into the chair, I didn’t see a thing
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| And the boys are all exhausted, down to the last man
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| Drink too old gunpowder and fall with a bang
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| Go!
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| Bouncing banjos overhead scratching round and round
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| Hot and nervous heaven bound scratching round and round
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| Im a good boy, she’s a bad boy always safe and sound
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| She’ll twist and pain with time to gain
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| Her feet won’t touch the ground
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| Song of a bomb, fall with a bang
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| Fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
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| Drink too old gun powder and fall with a bang
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| Hollow cheers and yellow jeers, just something to be proud of
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| Babes in bottles feeding dolls, that’s something to be proud of
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| Don’t sit awkward, don’t dare slouch
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| Don’t walk around with your hand in your mouth
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| Song of a bomb, fall with a bang, fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
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| Song of a bomb, fall with a bang, fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
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| Drink too old gun powder and fall with a bang
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| Jokers and smokers and all night caine-cokers
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| Street fighters see-sighters day
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| Its a national crime, just to hear the clock chime, in the absence of father
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| and all his friends
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| I’ll use and I’ll lose and I’ll often abuse and I’ll talk with you all night
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| and day…
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| But I can’t understand with these holes in your hands, you talk the same way I
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| always do
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| Whites too smart to write on walls walking down blacks lane
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| Eerie-po and Ire-ho playing little games
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| I’m blade and gray and away today, driving hard and thrust
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| I’m not looking for a year I’m feeling just the same
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| Song of a bomb, fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
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| Power of a gun, fall with a bang, fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
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| Drink too old gunpowder and fall with a bang
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| Come and see me later only you can
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| Don’t you tell your mama for she’ll catch you if she can
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| Song of a bomb, fall with a bang
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| Fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
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| Drink too old gun powder and fall with a bang
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| I’m blade and gray and away today running round and round
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| He’s burning peel and stallion steel his feet won’t touch the ground
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| Song of a bomb, fall with a bang Fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
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| Song of a bomb, fall with a bang Fall with a bang with the quick gas gang
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| Drink to old gun powder and fall with a bang
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| Fleet and farm how can I harm with my lead-flow charm
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| I’m a national out break, a scandalous poet, with a gasoline habit for you
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| Speak to me talk to me, please don’t ignore me
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| It may never happen this way again
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| Jokers and smokers and all night caine-cokers, Bishops and bank robbers play
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| Speak to me, talk to me, please don’t ignore me
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| It may never happen this way again
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| Jokers and smokers and all night caine-cokers
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| Bishops and bank robbers play
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| Speak to me, talk to me, please don’t ignore me
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| It may never happen this way again
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| I’ll use and I’ll lose and I’ll often abuse
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| And I’ll talk with you all night and day
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| Speak to me, talk to me, please don’t ignore me
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| It may never happen this way again |