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As gray as a monarch, the moments I pass |
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The whisky bottle is my globe and the specter is my glass |
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My table is my throne, and the bar room is my court |
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The bi-whore is my subject and drinking is my sport |
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Don't look for me in daylight, we're robots all assembled |
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You'll find me in my dark world, in my smoke filled temple |
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Whiskey breath and painted women bring me to my senses |
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Prostitutes and loaded guns 'cause trouble is my business |
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Guns, bitches, brawls & bottles, that's the only life I lead |
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Don't know where I'll wake tomorrow, but today is all I need |
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When the sun goes down, into the night I'll creep |
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I'll beg, I'll steal and borrow, I'll hustle for my keep |
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Do what I've got to do, the city is my play |
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I'll kill you for a dollar if it's in the cards today |
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Don't look for me in daylight, we're robots all assembled |
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You'll find me in my dark world, in a smoke filled temple |
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Whiskey breath and painted women bring me to my senses |
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Prostitutes and loaded guns, 'cause trouble is my business |
