This ol' world ain't nothin' but gravy, if you're lucky, a real friend or two.
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Start crossin' lines, everything gets blurred and hazy, nail your best friend's girl,
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You got nothin' to lose.
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And you find yourself lookin' in the mirror.
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And you ask yourself why you're such a whore.
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The halo's gone and the horns are getting' clearer.
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Get it while you can, who's keepin' score?
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Now, Jesus was a man, and you get tired of your hand
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All he wanted was a little taste. But Magdalene held his fate,
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And for all our goodness' sakes, Jesus kept his date with the nail.
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You come to a fork in the road, and you don't know which way to go.
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Save your soul, or turn traitor for a piece of tail.
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Us boys and girls drive each other crazy, feelin' like choptop in a meat factory.
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It's your big chance to be sinful and sleazy, the world might end, so get it while the gettin's good.
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Turned Traitor For A Piece Of Tail
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| Nine Pound Hammer |
