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Help I've been detained |
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By these mountains that so poorly raised me |
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Burned out huffing gasoline |
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The redneck that I'm supposed to be |
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Fuck that I'm stronger than my history |
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The pride is instilled in me |
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In pesticide I hide |
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These West Virginia hills can't sedate me |
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Kill your family tree, this soil is diseased |
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My will is broken |
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The black lungs have swallowed me |
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Viva Villa! Long live the picket line in me |
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You want a war you've got one |
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You want a state with poverty |
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Remember 1882 because there is no excuse |
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Excuses are just tools of incompetence |
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Used to build monuments of nothingness |
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And those who specialized in the uses |
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Seldom achieve anything |
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Excuses are just tools of incompetence |
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Used to build monuments of nothingness |
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And those who specialized in the uses |
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Seldom achieve anything but excuses |