About a gang of motherfuckers who ride into town
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gonna rob the fuckin' bank an gonna burn it down
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we're gonna fuck shit up untill we get our fill
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when we see the crooked law, we're gonna KILL KILL KILL
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we're the good, the bad & the leftover crack
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so the lamb of god better watch his fuckin' back
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with a whiskey drink we'll ride into the night
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we're gonna right the wrongs, an' gonna wrong the fuckin' rights
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And in the morning, we'll ride into your town
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we're gonna sleep all day & when the sun goes down
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we're gonna go to church & then we'll burn it up
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and then we'll drink a fuckin' toast from a dixie cup
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we're the good, the bad & the leftover crack
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so the lamb'a god better watch his fuckin' back
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we're gonna fix the cops, we're gonna kill em dead
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we're gonna' burn'em up & then we'll go to fuckin' bed
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And the sweet release of the hangman's rope
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may be the burning outlaws only hope
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ya' burn the candle at both ends til the end of the day
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well it's better to burn out then to fade the fuck away
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so if you wanna join us dial 6 6 6
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spit on the holy bible and the crucifix
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and fuckin' don't look back, cuz you can never look back
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we are the bad, the ugly & the good leftover crack
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The Good, The Bad & The Leftover Crack
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Leftover Crack |