Whiskey, Women, And Blackguarding (Ain't No Cure For A Broken Heart)
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In the flatlands its uphill everywhere you go.
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I can feel the fuckers in the hills looking down their noses.
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At the black man white man heading off to work.
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(Hard knocks hard luck and hard living).
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Then the fog rolls in and we do it all again.
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(Hard knocks hard luck hard living)
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see the kids in the streets learning how to hate.
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Lockdown cell block 32-28
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You spend your sunny days on the brink of another disaster.
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Try to run but you couldn't live any faster
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Like lover boy said we be working for the weekend.
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So the butchers go and cut it up in brokeland.
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Well laid plans one night stands and fisticuffs.
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(whiskey women and blackguarding)
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Monday morning black eyed toiling we've clearly had enough.
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(whiskey women and blackguarding)
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Adeline Adeline sweet Adeline
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Bottle to the face cuts to the chase
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lets paint this town fucking black and blue.
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You spend your sunny days on the brink of another disaster.
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Try to run but you couldn't live any faster
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You spend your sunny days on the brink of another disaster.
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Whiskey, women, blackguarding
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Whiskey, Women, And Blackguarding...
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