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here we go |
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leave it on the back burner |
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take it to the dry town |
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I got the mean time slippin' down |
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the slide some uptight right wing, |
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political homicide, do what you want, |
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take what you will, take it in like a |
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southpaw, flip it on the grill |
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bourgeoise, protocol |
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bottoms up boys this is the last call |
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happy hour doesn't last too long |
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you know it never does |
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so I sit here on a bar stool looking at |
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the sky got a buck and a quarter |
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and a bucket full or rye |
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don't step out of line you'll get time |
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in the brig don't yield to the mighty |
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you got your own dirt to dig |
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[CHORUS] |
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my and my flea bag friends we ran |
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to have our own feast of Crispan |
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Murphy was there with number 22 |
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they were got caught in the middle |
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of a coup, you will |
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lose me if I don't lose you |
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we haven't chosen |
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anyone of you to condemn |
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so make your decision and chose you |
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side or let us begin |
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steeped in knowledge |
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I'll step from the board |
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down to the speak easy |
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with my double-edged sword |
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you know the deal |
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you got to spin the wheel |
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I heard the heavens are full of sevens |
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but as matter of fact |
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you know that cat suicide jack |
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he don't play like that |
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truth is he don't really play at all |
