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Musket wielding escape, a convict at arms,
All senses burning
Legs of lead drag a dead weight
of flesh through the scrub,
No thoughts of turning back

He'll hang, yes he'll swing for his crimes
And if they have their way, it'll take some time
But now he's on the run until his strength is done;
Oh, he's a loaded gun

Convict at arms
He's a convict at arms, yeah
Convict at arms
Freedom in his bloody palms

Feel the heat of the chase like a lash on the back,
All nine tails stinging
Hungry eyes like the thighs of a girl in her pride,
Unseen but ringing out

He'll hang, yes he'll swing for his crimes
And if they have their way, it'll take some time
But now he's on the run until his strength is done;
Oh, he's a loaded gun

Convict at arms
He's a convict at arms, yeah
Convict at arms
Freedom in his bloody palms

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