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Jul 07, 2004 11:43

Cut a killing path
Through the true west
Dozens laid rest
Settled down then at last
Thought I might be done
But being good made me burst
The killing got worse
It almost got fun
So I got a new gun
Marie came home tattooed
It covers her back
It's God done in black
Says "It protects me from you"
As Christmas can be
I started out fine
I used to kill time
Now Detroit's killing me
So I jump start my spree
Surprise, it's not enough
Want to work
Influence on rock's and shells and dirt
Looks like you need a man time, hoeny comb
Hid away for wine years how you've grown
We can call your folks
From a highway side rotary
I druive up to your door
And wracked by disease
I do what I please
Drop you to the floor
On top of magazines
And calendar art
Help up with darts
Shows American scenes
Of cowboys in jeans
I'll change his scrape of land
I'll take you east
We'll guide the first we find to sleepy peace
Pop the door I think this wander lust
Ain't the only thing between both of us
I'll make you famous
And we'll double the states you've seen
The cop who brought me in
An uncle of mine
On first mommy's side
I'm even named after him.
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