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I'm the first man up to tow the line |
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Shot down. Light up whiskey bottles of turpentine |
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Written out a eulogy for anyone who tries to cross my path |
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I fill the ranks of saints and sinners, the futures and the aftermaths |
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Say a prayer for me God knows I can't control myself |
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A new storms coming, and it won't be long |
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Mama said I was a no good son |
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I think it's time for me to make my mark |
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Headlines and police cars... |
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A tragedy from the start |
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I'm the poison in the well |
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I'm the fruit rotting on the vine |
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You still don't believe me? |
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Out of many will come one |
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Let the gates of hell swing wide for me |
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Say a prayer for me God knows I can't control myself |
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A new storms coming, and it won't be long |
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Mama said I was a no good son |
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I think it's time for me to make my mark |
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Headlines and police cars... |
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A tragedy from the start |
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It's a new religion come get in line |
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Hellhounds are barking and they're close behind |
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A promise land awaits this odd man out and it's all mine |
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You just lead and I will follow |
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Say a prayer for me God knows I can't control myself |
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A new storms coming, and it won't be long |
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Mama said I was a no good son |
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I think it's time for me to make my mark |
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Headlines and police cars... |
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A tragedy from the start |
