Thanks lord, but I don't need any more poor advice, poor advice.
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Caught in the cannon with a one way ticket.
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Four riders in a town with one horse.
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I've wagered a sure thing,
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Against what was behind the first door.
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Stack the chips, ready to ride.
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Out of sight, out of mind.
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It's fool-proof and it wont do,
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To make safe bets while I'm towing the line.
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Thanks lord, but I don't need any more poor advice, poor advice.
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I had a lock on a dirty little secret,
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A raging bull who was fixed to fall down.
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I've been waiting at ring-side my whole life but still swinging on.
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I've got debt piling high.
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I've got addiction's ex wives.
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But I stay true, so I thank you,
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For bearing witness while I waste my fucking life.
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I need to to pay the judge, to pay the judge, to pay the judge.
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Now I need to tip the scale, some sort of bribery, I'm not waiting this
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Out.
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I need to pay the judge, to pay the judge, to pay the judge.
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I need to grease a palm, some sort of certainty, I'm sick of waiting this
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Out.
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I should have learned a more noble craft,
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Out of the library into the lab.
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And will the sheet cutters please step forth?
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Will the sheet cutters please step forth?
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There's only room on this rescue boat,
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For butchers and bakers and men with hope.
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And will the sheet cutters please step forth?
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Will the sheet cutters please step forth?
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Revival Mode
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Every Time I Die |