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Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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I drove out to the canyon grind and dust off from the sand |
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I don't ever fuck with the dust devil |
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He's got the power of an upright in his goddamn hand! |
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Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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Satan becomes a (?) and wind is as hot as a flame |
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The bodies fly right through the line |
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Or phase mister without pain |
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I grab onto a falling hand or walk into a door |
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But discovered that |
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I was just buying a pound |
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Of turkey at the liquor store |
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Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
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I drove out to the canyon, man |
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And hit the motherfuckin' road |
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I ??????????????????????????? |
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Exactly like the picture told |
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The desert sky before my eyes |
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Had burned into a sea |
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A flaming mass of oil and gas |
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And screams of ecstasy |
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Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaa |
