I will bring anything for threeWith a dusty smile and a loaded gunYou ask me again, what's in it for me?Well thanks and tell me come undone
Painted red, our hands are whiteI've never seen this place beforeSeen through, we're on our wayThrough and through each bolted door
Driving us down for it's chaseAnd we run any day we'll skip townIt'll never hear us comeDriving us down for it's chaseAnd we run any day we'll skip townIt'll never hear us come
won't you help me out? Won't you please help me figure it all out?We've cut ourselves open a hundred timesWe've cut ourselves open a hundred timesBut we're not out of ammo yetBut we're not out of ammo yet
Oh now no, won't you help me out? Won't you please help me figure it all out?We've cut ourselves open a hundred timesWe've cut ourselves open a hundred timesBut we're not out of ammo yet, not yetBut we're not out of ammo yet, not yet
Driving us down for it's chaseAnd we run any day we'll skip townIt'll never hear us comeDriving us down for it's chaseAnd we run any day we'll skip townIt'll never hear us comeDriving us down for it's chaseAnd we run any day we'll skip townIt'll never hear us comeDriving us down for it's chaseAnd we run any day we'll skip town
It'll never hear us come
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