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A disgraceful kind of trap |
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For a democratic rat |
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To drive into my sight |
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I am sweating in the crowd |
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In this desert dollar town |
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A shot for mercy calls |
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The world is mine |
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Soon as the bullet goes |
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Through your brain |
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Come thunderstorm and rain |
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Flush your blood down the drain |
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One last wish before the flood |
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Then I knew that I've become |
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My own nightmare with a gun |
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Feed my revolver |
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Every corner that I turn |
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Every eye ball I confront |
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Feeds my revolver |
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Feed my revolver |
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Guess it's time to reload |
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Someone else will take the fall |
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For the sins that I have caused |
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The media will fail |
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And the other they won't know |
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As they shot into the dark |
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For answers, come to me |
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The world is mine |
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Soon as the CIA cuts your face |
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Come former presidents |
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Wash Jackie's tears away |
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One last toast before the fraud |
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Then I knew that I've become |
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My own nightmare with a gun |
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Feed my revolver |
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Every corner that I turn |
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Every eye ball I confront |
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Feeds my revolver |
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Feed my revolver |
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Guess it's time to reload |
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The facts don't lie |
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I'm practically just shoving them deep down your throat |
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I am free from the guilt |
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Forgive me |
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May I have this last dance? |
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The world is stunned |
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It's like I killed a butterfly |
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My job here is done |
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I wash my hands |
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In grassy knoll |
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That's when I knew that I've become |
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My own nightmare with a gun |
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Feed my revolver |
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Everyday I'm getting worse |
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Killing time in my own terms |
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Feed my revolver |
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Feed my revolver |
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I guess it's time to reload |
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Feed my revolver |
