| When the going gets tough
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| And you’re smokin' a cigarette
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| Not for the taste of it
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| The madness it grows
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| Like a flame through your soul and it’s time
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| For some payback
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| Conditions are right
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| The kindle is dry
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| It’s a labor of chemistry
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| Just a tiny spark
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| Sends the light through the dark
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| And the devil’s unleashed
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| Hell is your destiny
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| Your wagon is on fire
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| Your wagon is aflame
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| Your wagon is on fire
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| It’ll never be the same
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| Now is the next part of the plan:
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| Grab the girl and let’s get goin'
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| The tall one with the ugly dress?
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| That’s my future wife, show some respect!
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| This is all fucked, I thought it would be clean?
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| How could it be when we’re burnin' families?
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| Grab her, bag her, anyway you want
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| I’m too busy saying what’s goin' on
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| And life, as you know it, is changing
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| (Let me go!)
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| Desperate times call for measures
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| (Mr. McDoon!)
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| Wedding bells they are clanging
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| (Oh, the Bandit King!)
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| Another one’s ash is my treasure
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| Your wagon is on fire!
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| When did this get serious?
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| When my world’s at stake
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| The journey is a sham
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| You should have paid attention Dad
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| There are lives to save
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| And all that you desire
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| Why aren’t you furious?
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| We’re not far behind
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| You’re back where you began
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| It’s all just part of the grind
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| We’ll take it one day at a time
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| And we’ll find our way back home
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| Are we gone to Oregon?
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| Oregon…
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| We’re gone…
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| When you’ve got blood on your dick! |