Standing on the front porch, looking left and looking right.
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The bloodhounds out to get me, I already feel the bite.
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The rules of the road state, to hate those who hate.
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Sleeping in wet coffins, frozen warnings melt away.
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But you say no to me, just quit saying no to me.
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Just stop saying no to me, 500 times a day see.
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The billboards on the highway, are the prophets of today.
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The roadkill speaks in poems through ads and through campaigns.
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The warden has his rifle, and the sniper's like an owl.
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I'm hiding in the tall grass with God and Vernon Howell.
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But you say no to me, yes you say no to me.
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Just quit saying no to me, 500 times a day see.
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Bloodhounds On My Trail
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| The Black Angels |
