| Me and my partner we work on the run
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| The quick try to get quicker and the creepers get hung
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| Now it’s you that got wasted tonight on the job
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| One lost his liquor and the other lost his hand
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| But ten sticky thumb prints on the door and the sink
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| But nothin' saw nothin', just smell the stink
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| Five hundred mugshots and a hundred to one
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| Four forgotten and the rest just won’t come
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| When you’ve begun to think like a gun
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| The rest of the year has already gone
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| Well when you’ve begun to think like a gun
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| The days of the year have suddenly gone
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| Well blood on the windows and blood on the walls
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| Blood on the ceiling and down in the halls
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| All the papers keep downing on everything I burned
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| And the people getting restless but they’ll never learn
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| I picked up a doctor, he’s good with a knife
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| Says anesthetic’s a waste of his time
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| Works in a hurry but always worthwhile
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| Knows they won’t be back for a long long time
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| Top of the staircase was ready to fall
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| We were still waiting downstairs in the hall
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| Well watch out for big mama, she’ll set you on fire
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| Or go for your neck with the chicken wire
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| Yeah when you’ve begun to think like a gun
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| The days of the year have suddenly gone
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| Once you’ve begun to think like a gun
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| The days of the year have already gone
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| Mother of plenty, mother of none
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| You’ve got me cornered and still on the run
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| I don’t care nothing about you anyway
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| Stuck in this hole I’m well on my way
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| Yeah when you’ve begun to live like a gun
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| The days of the year have already gone
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| Now when you’ve begun to think like a gun
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| The days of the year have suddenly gone |