| The icebox is locked and I can’t cool down
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| It’s Louisiana hot — old dog in a new town
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| Round midnight why can’t the light be found
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| Got me poundin' on the pavement wrestlin' with the ground
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| Sharkskin in a pig pen stirrin' up a sound
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| Pawn shop stacks a box of .45 rounds
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| Got a code to uphold contractually bound
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| Said the icebox is locked and I can’t cool down
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| Icebox is locked and I cannot cool down
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| Plastic palm trees and conspiracies dot the grassy knoll
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| The icebox is locked and I can’t cool down
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| Got both barrels cocked and a young blood hound
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| There’s an old butchers block where you pay by the pound
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| And the homecoming queen’s waiting tables in her own crown
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| Belly up to the bar to buy the first round
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| Bartender surrenders says we’re in a dry town
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| Son we can’t serve you here he said with a frown
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| Because the icebox is locked so you can’t cool down
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| Icebox locked and I cannot cool down
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| Umbrella drinks and cheap cigars while hot tub bubbles roll
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| Icebox locked and I cannot cool down
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| Plastic palm trees and conspiracies dot the grassy knoll
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| Born of this world of hate — Born of an orphaned throne
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| Born without a faith — Born of a broken home
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| Belly to the bar dark in the block
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| Draw an ace from the top of the stack |