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Paroles: Dispatch. Four-Day Trials (Live). Here We Go.

Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah

Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah

Well, I got the mean time slippin' down
The slide some uptight right wing
Political homicide, do what you want
Take what you will, take it in like a
Southpaw, flip it on the grill
Bourgeoise, protocol
Bottoms up boys, this is your last call
Happy hour, doesn't last too long

You know it never does
So I sit here on a bar stool
Looking at the sky
Got a buck and a quarter and a bucket full or rye
Don't step out of line
You'll get time in the brig
Don't yield to the mighty
You got your own dirt to dig, dirt to dig, yeah

Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah

Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah

Well, me and my flea bag friends we ran
To have our own feast of Crispan
Murphy was there with number 22
They were got caught in the middle
Of a coup, you will
Lose me if I don't lose you
And you will
Lose me if I don't lose you

So we haven't chosen
Anyone of you to condemn
So make your decision
And choose you side or let us begin

Steeped in knowledge, I'll step from the board
Down to the speak easy
With my double-edged sword
You know the deal, you got to spin the wheel
I heard the heavens are full of sevens
But as matter of fact, you know that cat suicide jack
We don't play like that
Truth is, he don't really play at all

Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah

Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah
Here we go
Leave it on the back burner
Take it to the dry town, yeah