| Hey, hey smoky with the iron grip
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| Bang bang knocking it down
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| Hangman headed on the psycho trip
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| He gives the best stretch around
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| I got the hear say, no where to run
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| I got a bed on the sun
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| I got it loaded before we were found
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| They give the best holes around
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| Looking down the barrel of your best friend
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| Something in the air smells just like you’ve already won
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| Sweet Mother Mary, will you let me be?
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| I’m trying just to find my way home
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| Everything coming up catastrophe
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| Pandemonium ruling the dome
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| They got the numbers and the outside won
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| They got a rope around the sun
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| But I put the hangman in a cold dirt mound
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| He gave the best stretch around
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| Looking down the barrel of your best friend
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| Something in the air smells just like you’ve already won
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| Looking down the barrel what you’re
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| Something in the air smells just like
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| Charlie get your gun
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| Call me suicide, call me getting stronger
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| Call me when the sun is gone
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| Call me homicide, call me sane no longer
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| Call me when the race is won
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| Call me suicide, call me getting stronger
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| Call me when the sun is gone
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| Call me homicide, call me sane no longer
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| Call me when the race is won
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| Call me suicide, call me getting stronger
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| Call me when the sun is gone
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| Call me homicide, call me sane no longer
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| Call me when the race is won |