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Name the father, son & the fixer |
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And to the warmth we all feel inside |
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Strap it on and pour the elixir |
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To the days we count as alive |
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Concrete Jesus in a hell of a fix |
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He makes his living on a heavy-handed mix |
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MoreBlack daze, white haze |
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Shoot me down the adrenaline highway |
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Black daze, white haze |
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Shoot me up, count me alive |
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Seem to pray whenever |
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I need itSeem to sin whenever |
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I wantStrap it on intending to bleed it |
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An easy mark, so nonchalant |
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Concrete Jesus got the law on his side |
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He gets his kicks pissing on my pride |
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Call in the fixer |
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MoreAmputated spirit, executed soul |
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None but the shell of before |
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Exterminated feel it as it fills the hole |
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Here them screaming, they want more |
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