stick, know what I seen She's alright Drashin' spurs, pong man, puss n' boots She was an old mo lip, bold hip, oooh Fucked up fucked up fuck em fuck
The Jig is Up we're throwing our clocks out the window make for high ground and watch the sun's blood over mexico come back kid forget what you did forget
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: The Jig is Up we're throwing our clocks out the window make for high ground and watch the sun's blood over mexico come back kid forget what you did
: I am a troubled man Trouble is what I am I am a troubled man And I'll take all you can give me I walk alone Hand in hand with my trouble But still