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There's a dead hobo on the patio |
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And an old barbed-wire on the funeral fire |
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Well ya roll out the carpet |
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And it better be red |
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And it better be long as the trouble's in my head |
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Gonna be livin' one foot in the grave |
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I was sittin' at home cookin' up a steak |
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Satan came down dressed like a snake |
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Well he called my name |
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As I turned up the flame |
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And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise |
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Well you been livin' one foot in the grave |
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Yeah don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave |
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Don't go carvin' no happy-face on my tombstone |
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Whooo! |
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Whooo! |