| Stone me And may you always have no shoes
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| And I would rather just for you
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| Be the devil make you mine
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| And she
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| I know you say you hardly sleep
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| I make you cold I make you weak
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| I’ll be the son of everything you hate
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| And come the day I’ll be the king
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| The king of all and everything
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| Your saint is coming thru'
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| You know he’s going to feed on you
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| I’ve been walkin' with no shoes
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| Keep your mountain picnic blues
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| Today I’m baptising you
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| Stone me And may you always have no shoes
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| And I would rather just for you
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| Be in a taxi driving miles from here
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| I’ve been walking with no shoes
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| Fill my kidneys up with booze
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| Today I’m killing you
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| The stars
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| Who play with laughing say goodnight
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| I know God is on your side
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| I’ll be the devil
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| Make you, make you mine
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| And I could hardly wait to shoot you down
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| I keep you underneath my crown
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| A side of beef should see you off to sleep
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| I’ve been walking with no shoes
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| Keep your mountain picnic blues
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| Today I’m baptising you |