[Music: H. Wolter; Lyrics: T. Bullet]
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Walkin' on the streets down in New Orleans
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No time to lay it down
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Lookin' to the left, lookin' to the right, gotta start a fight
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Don't wanna hurt nobody, I only take 'em down
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Ain't gonna take no shit from you
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Guess I gotta blow this town
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I got the need for an overload
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Don't wanna hang around
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I got the need for an overload
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Don't wanna hang around
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Well if it's more than a buck,
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Ya know it's sure worth a killing
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Well I made my move to Boston
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Had to forget about the blues
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Always watched my hate get lost in, crazy things make me think of you
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I never loved nobody, just some to kick around
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Ya know I'm last to no one got no time to mess around
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I got the need for an overload
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Don't wanna hang around
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I got the need for an overload
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Don't wanna hang around
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Well if it's more than a buck,
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Ya know it's sure worth a killing
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I ended up in Philly, my body can't take no more
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I said what ya got to give me, same old story, same old whore
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Don't wanna hurt nobody, I only take 'em down
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Ain't gonna take no shit from you
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Guess I gotta blow this town
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I got the need for an overload
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Don't wanna hang around
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I got the need for an overload
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Don't wanna hang around
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I got the need for an overload
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Don't wanna hang around
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I got the need for an overload
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Don't wanna hang around
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Well if it's more than a buck,
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Ya know it's sure worth a killing
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Overload
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| Thunderhead |
