Ain’t got no money
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Ain’t got no friends
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I’ve got snakes crawling
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From end to end
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I don’t look to the sun
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It will surely bring you down
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She’ll burn the stranger to the ground (?)
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Don’t try to run
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You’ll never get away too soon
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I’ll pick you up from the ladder to the moon
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You can leave your pills
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No medicine chest
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And you can eat the snakes from the palm of your hand
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It’s dryed the lake (?)
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Of wanton silver spoon
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Don’t tip your toes
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In this poison lagoon
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Ladder to the Moon
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| Wellwater Conspiracy |
