| You pull the trigger and you shoot him down,
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| You kill a man on a wrong side of town.
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| He was a rumble and he told no lies,
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| Now he’s coughing up blood on the double yellow lines,
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| Coughing up blood on the double yellow lines,
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| Double yellow lines, singing
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| Keep those guns in your pockets today,
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| Stick them in a box and dump them in the sea.
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| Keep those guns in your pocket today,
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| Man turns blue in the English sun.
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| Mirror, mirror on the wall,
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| Tell me who’s the most vicious, the most vicious of them all.
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| Who’s the most vicious, the most vicious of them all?
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| Vicious of them all.
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| He was a rumble and he told no lies,
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| Now he’s coughing up blood on the double yellow lines,
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| Coughing up blood on the double yellow lines,
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| Double yellow lines, singing
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| Keep those guns in your pockets today,
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| Stick them in a box and dump them in the sea.
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| Keep those guns in your pocket today,
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| Man turns blue in the English sun.
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| It ain’t you, it aint' you,
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| It ain’t you, it ain’t you, it ain’t you.
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| You pull the trigger and you shoot him down,
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| You kill a man on a wrong side of town.
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| Keep those guns in your pockets today,
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| Stick them in a box and dump them in the sea.
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| Keep those guns in your pocket today,
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| Man turns blue in the English sun. |