Rank these woods
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Where lost inspiration
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Ain't that a barrel full of laughs
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Wipe you arse of the crumbs on the table
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Where they fall hungry on your land
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Whatever became of the seed that once grew in your hand
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And the darts where you fingers did bleed and the rush to your head
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Oh ya won't no no you won't make a fool outta me
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Worse things break that are made of elastic
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And I'm no puppet on your show
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You won't sing when the singer is songless
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Another notch in your fat belt
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But green is the heart of your greed
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That much I can tell
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you may think you're the captain of me
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But I'm your coffin ship from hell
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And ya won't no no no ya won't,ya won't make a fool outta me
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Won't no no no ya won't,ya won't make a fool outta me
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So I'll drag these bones across the edge
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With the dead I'll never sleep
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Where I'll haunt ya for a thousand years
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Without breath you'll never breath
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For an empty shell your grave will a lost for ever more
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And ya won't no no no ya won't,ya won't make a fool outta
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Wipe that hand that fed you for nothing
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Get that monkey of your back
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Empty lies and bold celebrations that's not the meaning of success
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But green is the harsh of your greed that much I can tell
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And ya won't no no no ya won't make a fool outta me
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I says ya won't no no no ya won't make a fool outta me
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I says ya won't no no no ya won't make a fool outta me
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You Won't Make A Fool Out Of Me
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Flogging Molly |