Kick start the beat box Saints are marching through Demons are the dealers here House band plays the blues I wont gi have you no refund On all these borrowed goods Id throw the ki will switch But the engines running smooth Something bout this place were in Is killing me and you Someone find the messenger Dont forget to shoot Once I would save them Now I want them dead I might not ever get All the things she said Dont know how much you can tell Dont think i hide it that well I got this feeling Everything is going to hell Dont know about this I aint one to be amused Some of us have trouble Forgiving some of you Smooth cadillac ride Take me far away I will be back dont worry Everythings ok Street walkers sleep well On a sunday afternoon A million times they warned me About spending time with you These tiny packages Broke the bank and left I have walked for miles And I aint seen nothing yet Something bout this place were in Is killing me and you Someone find the messenger Dont forget to shoot
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