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here we go
leave it on the back burner
take it to the dry town

political homicide, do what you
I got the mean time slippin' down
the slide some uptight right wing.
like a south paw, flip it on the grill
want, take what you will, take it in
bottoms up boys that this is the last call
happy hour doesn't last too long
you know it never does
bourgeoise, protocol
the sky got a buck and a quarter
so I sit here on a bar stool looking at
in the brig don't yield to the mighty
and a bucket full of rye
don't step out of line you'll get time

you go your own dirt to dig
chorus
me and my flea bag friends we ran

to have our own feat of Crispian
they were got caught in the middle
of a coup, you will
Murphy was there with number 22

lose me if I don't lose you
we haven't chosen
anyone of you to condemn
so make your decision and chose you
side or let us begin
I'll step from the board

steeped in knowledge
down to the speak easy
you know the deal
with my double-edged sword
I heard the heavens are full of sevens
you got to spin the wheel
but as a matter of fact
you know that cat suicide jack
he don't play like that
truth is he don't really play at all