C'mon, c'mon, c'mon Feel the temperature rising There's a price on your head And that's real good advertising Your forehead's steaming But the barrel pressed against it is cold You should've left town Before they tied you to the railroad
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Funny how you always happen to be around When the going gets tough Too bad them people never leave Before you've had enough Another bullet states your name And off we go again The gentlemen put on their masks And take God's name in vain
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I bet it's hard to speak With that rope tied 'round your neck I can't hear what you're saying, man You're such a nervous wreck Watch me as I rape your little daughter When you die What you did was tyranny What we do is right
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