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Nothing lasts forever in a God forsaken town |
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The pocket books are empty 'cause the priest is back in town |
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He's givin' all his dollars to the girls who work the square |
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Who never get a dime and then there's murder in the air |
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Never get a dime and then there's murder in the air |
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The cops all know who did it but they don't even care |
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They'll never lift a finger |
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They'll never spend a dime |
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They laughed at twenty strangers who they fingered for the crime |
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Way down |
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Way down in this hole |
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Way down |
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Way down in this hole |
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Nothing lasts forever in a God forsaken town |
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The kid's are smokin' soon as they can walk across the ground |
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They all meet up at midnight takin' rides into the well |
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And dancin' while the devil taps his dirty finger nail |
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Dancin' while the devil taps his dirty finger nail |
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The innocent and kind are rounded up and thrown in jail |
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You never find a hero just dirty souvenir |
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For the old and broken angels are the ones that buy you here |
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Way down |
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Way down in this hole |
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Way down |
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Way down in this hole |
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Well you can cut your teeth on the sixteen former years |
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And the blood it just rolled down your cheeks like tears |
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You can hang your head when your death letter nears |
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And the blood it just rolled down your cheeks like tears |
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Nothing lasts forever in a God forsaken town |
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The judges all been put away |
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The criminals been crowned |
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Thousand guilty innocents that fill the prison walls |
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The chorus and the voices when they echo down the hall |
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Singing: |
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Way down |
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Way down in this hole |
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Way down |
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Way down in this hole |
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Way down |
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Way down in this hole |
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Way down |
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Way down in this hole |
