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Cowboy lawman-found a cell
Tore into it-as night fell
Bankers kids are
getting bingo'd
Smells like midnight's
cooked up a storm in here
Leave those loose lips
at home or at the
rubble that's left
when you return
Have an armed guard posted at your flag
Stroll through town with
a gun stuffed in your pants
Bankers kids are
getting bingo'd
Smells like midnight's
cooked up a storm in here
Leave those loose lips
at home or at the
rubble that's left
when you return
Criminal lawman-found a cell
Tore into it-made life hell
Bombs bursting-houses burning
Diplomacy's tyrant treats
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