| This road bubbles in the heat
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| Choppin' rocks, the only cracker that mine eyes can see
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| These rails have run me out of town and shipped me down the line
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| What once was «mine is yours» is now «what's yours is mine»
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| And those eyes could stain glass with the glaze you try to pass
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| The overalls are down but the sheep line up too fast
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| Shots and bumps and drops and lines are old shifty friends of mine
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| You can move your body (Dance dance dance) to the beat of the pigs while they
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| Rip out your spine and shoot out your legs. |
| You live for the rhythm but you
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| live on your knees
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| If we’re really this stupid then we’ll never succeed
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| This morning in a drunken haze, I think I talked to you
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| I think we went to breakfast and then walked down to the zoo
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| I said some things that I don’t mean, but don’t remember now. |
| It happens all
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| the time these days
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| The words just fall right out
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| When this joke dies the party hats and streamers really start to fly
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| Look up at the sky where the frogs rain down and the blood floods
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| The riverbed and seeps down into the ground. |
| Our time is now |