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Came to this Gmworld a loaded handgun, firing at random Hit the people who were closest Not the ones who deserved it
D7And some of them still don't talk to me Can't say I blame them for a second I'll try to aim more carefully
GmBut it's too late for that, I reckon But not too late for regret I'll walk barefoot and smoke inside D7any chance I get But in the mean time, Come on, let's Gmgo for a ride like we used to Pistols drawn, screaming "liberty or death", Although I think we wanted both somehow
But we'll D7take the cash instead Stack it high, my friend Until it reaches to the sky And us and god can call it even
And Gmlook each other in the eyes Like you did to the county prosecutor Told him that you were the shooter
D7But they'd never take you alive Grabbed his pen, and stabbed him in the eye Ran off never to be seen again
GmWhen they strike, hit back harder If you can't just hit back meaner Everybody's got a name, and an address
And D7fragile bones to protect what's beating in their chest Lash out, and vanish into mist
Gumshoes Gmcan take one in the head Same to anyone who's ever seen a cop And didn't bludgeon them to death
D7Same to anyone who's ever had a job And didn't hang their fucking boss off the roof at the post office
GmSo come on, let's take a ride like we used to Daggers drawn, screaming "liberty or death", Although I think we wanted D7both somehow Came in this A#5world a loaded handgun I'll lA5eave it empty, or G5not at all