I woke up in the morning just the other day
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Found my dog beneath the Chevrolet.
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I knew things were going wrong,
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Got back home and my home is gone.
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So I grabbed my gun and walked down the street,
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I'm trying to find some enemies to meet.
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And now I'm looking, yes I mean I'm searching
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For a place with my guns in hand but
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they can't tell me
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what I can and cannot do
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and I won't hold a
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cold dead hand
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they're laying on the ground
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while I smile from on top
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and see their laugh turn into a snarl.... Let me tell you what
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(It's a problem)
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No, it's not a problem to me!
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Not A Problem
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| Black Lips |
