| I’ve let the sun set three hundred sixty-five times
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| With murder running deep in my heart
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| If I didn’t directly pull the trigger
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| I sure as hell played my own part
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| You know that it’s a snake eat snake world
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| We slither and serpentine through
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| We all took a bite and six thousand years later
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| This apple’s getting harder to chew
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| 'Cause tonight, boys, we’re eating like kings
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| 'Cause we’ve all tasted death too much it seems
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| Yeah, tonight, boys, we’re eating like kings
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| Yeah, it’s been a few years and a couple hundred sunsets
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| Since I fired a rifle in rage
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| A dozen leather couches and substance filled pouches
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| Still, I can’t fully turn the page
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| But you know that it’s a snake eat snake world
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| We slither and serpentine through
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| We all took a bite and six thousand years later
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| This apple’s getting harder to chew
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| 'Cause tonight, boys, we’re eating like kings
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| 'Cause we’ve all tasted death too much it seems
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| Yeah, tonight, boys, we’re eating like kings |