| Been living under the gun since I first hit the road
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| Felt broken, lost and defeated, I hit my lowest lows
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| Incompetence is a killer when the mouth that speaks is ignorant
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| I’ll see you choke on your words, self-righteous hypocrites
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| You wanna see a war?
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| I’m here to settle scores
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| Sick the hounds, cut you down from your high horse
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| Is this what you want?
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| Is this what you need?
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| Rip the flesh from the bone of the hand that feeds
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| You wanna see a war?
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| I’m here to settle scores
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| Sick the hounds, cut you down from your high horse
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| Cut you down from your high horse
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| A name unfit for a stone at its final resting place
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| The lonely fate of the wicked
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| Another unmarked grave
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| Caught the scent
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| Took the bait
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| Now the hunter is the prey
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| Now the hunter is the prey
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| You wanna see a war?
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| I’m here to settle scores
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| Sick the hounds, cut you down from your high horse
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| Is this what you want?
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| Is this what you need?
|
| Rip the flesh from the bone of the hand that feeds
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| You wanna see a war?
|
| I’m here to settle scores
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| Sick the hounds, cut you down from your high horse
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| Cut you down from your high horse
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| Chambered one last round
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| Dead 'fore you hit the ground
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| Dead 'fore you hit the ground
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| Dead 'fore you hit the ground |