Hired guns surround my town
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Hired feet and bones
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Tried to burn us to the ground
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To build a brand new home
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All lined up to carry me
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To hell just like before
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Winter seems so far away
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Like tragedy and war
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Justice waits for nothing, man
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Your eyes have turned to stone
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I waited as long as I can
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And then set out alone
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And all those boys from Harlan came
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And they don't mess around
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The whistle woke me up at dawn
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Such an awful sound
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I can't stand to read the news
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Of Jericho and swine
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Touring bands and roofing crews
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Is where we spend our time
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Lie in the sty the poor man grows
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So tired of left and right
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Careful not to say too much
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Or look straight at the light
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Feet And Bones
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Trampled By Turtles |