Got guns, do you wanna
Take aim at each other?
Scratch the itch? Give the finger?
Cause we don't care
Anyway
Got knives, have you seen 'em?
In your back's where we keep 'em
And your never gonna reach 'em
Now that sounds fair
Oh, this is bound to be good
You can't, but you thought that you could
Boy, little town
Little king, little crown
Hope you give, hope you give
Why don't you just give in?
Come on, take it with a smile
At the bottom of the pile
You can beg, you can plead
It won't take a thing
Oh, this is bound to be good
You can't, but you thought that you could
Oh, how could you win
Against yourself again?
You s ?
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? for sixty years after this ?
?
?
The devil's fat and ? language ?
How you like your position?
You ain't Robert Mitchum
You're ten pounds of shit
In a five pound bag
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You can't, but you thought that you could
Oh, how could you win
Against yourself again?