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Frank zappa (guitar) |
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Tony duran (slide guitar) |
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George duke (tack piano) |
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Sal marquez (trumpet, vocals) |
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Chris peterson (vocals) |
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Joel peskin (tenor saxophone) |
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Mike altschul (baritone saxophone, piccolo) |
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Erroneous (electric bass) |
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Aynsley dunbar (drums) |
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Your mouth is your religion. |
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You put your faith in a hole like that? |
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You put your trust and your belief |
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Above your jaw, and no relief |
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Have i found. |
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I heard your story when you come home |
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You said you went to see your sister last night. |
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Well, you might loose a bunch of teeth |
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And find a funeral wreath |
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While you'll be laying in the ground |
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All alone |
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So tell me where are you coming from |
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With all them lines |
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As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day. |
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Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say |
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Because he just might want to blow you away |
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'cause he just might want to blow you away |
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An evil woman, can make ya cry |
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If you believe her every time she lies |
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Well you can be a big fool |
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If she makes you loose your cool, and so |
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I've got me some advice you should try |
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Just let her talk a little |
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Just let her talk a little more |
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Just... let her talk a little more |
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And when she runs out of words |
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Just say the same thing that i told you before... |
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Tell me where are you coming from |
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With all them lines |
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As you stumble in at the breakin' of the day. |
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Where are you coming from, my shot-gun say |
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Because he just might want to blow you away |
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'cause he just might want to blow you away |
