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shooting blanks smoking blunts eyes, face & hands when will we understand you can't keep sticking it to the man fan the flames of sin where do I even begin again hopping, rocking no stopping got clowns to the left of me jokers to the right playing with the wish bone on the telephone not sense the days of Jessie James a vast frontier filled with games Manson sand the dope show heading off to Buffalo sitting in the back seat with a two bit whore screaming out loud for more, more, more got me on a zip line heading to the sun shattered glass no one in this life gets a free pass there's no better high then the Lord up above cruising down the highway as swift as a dove there are lines being drawn in the sand when will we ever live to understand chase dreams from your hair my pretty one don't stop, don't stop make ginger pop homeboy you think a lot many heads getting burned by the midnight oil taking too long for the water to boil crying until our heart seems to scream Summer times here in the mood for some ice cream lazy days getting lost in a purple haze falling a part at the seams evil schemes they had me down but I'm still on top go run to your friends cause they just called a cop spinning like a top
