A smack on the wrists is the words from the mouth 
of the outsiders, lawyers, police 
A small price to pay for the dope and the guns 
And the rape, it should all be O.K. 
Your father is rich, he's the judge, he's the man, 
he's the God that got your sentence reduced 
Pantera
But in the back of his mind, he well knows what 
he'd find if he looked a little deeper in you - in you
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Drag the waters some more 
Like never before 
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that woman - she is your favorite lay 
Promised you (swore) that no one had been there, 
and she was going to keep it that way 
Let it move in, you got thin, and got high, and 
your money went and so did your friends 
But she's by your side, and her smile cannot hide 
the premonition of the beckoning end - the end
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In with it, out with it