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1 horse town
2 bit whores
3 time loser
4 on the floor
Living fast,
on the run
on the edge and by the gun
some day they'll bring me down
but this day, it ain't the one
Headed south,
with the loot
Juarez dust on my boots
Heat's on my trail, but I know
It's a good day to die another day
They'll have to wait, to bring me down in flames
Gonna give those dice a roll
Try my luck in Mexico
It's a good day to die another day
Wanted man,
dead or alive
Did the crime but not the time
I'm living large in border towns
Laying low,
in plain sight
Trying not to lose my shirt
and keep my dick out of the dirt
Stay cool, no one gets hurt
¿Listo?
¡Vamos!
It's a good day to die another day
They'll have to wait, to bring me down in flames
Gonna give those dice a roll
Try my luck in Mexico
It's a good day to die another day
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Road Rage
01:56
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Traffic moving way to slow
Feeling primed to just explode
Seething in the driver's seat
Ticking timebomb on the street
Road rage
When I get behind the wheel
Turn in to a psycho
In my automobile
Like Death Race 2000
It shouldn't be a crime
Watch where the hell you're going
This ain't no joy ride
Why don't you learn to drive?
Rush hour's become a war
Lose control with no remorse
Seething in the driver's seat
Ticking time bomb on the street
Road rage
When I get behind the wheel
Turn in to a psycho
In my automobile
Like Death Race 2000
It shouldn't be a crime
Watch where the hell you're going
This ain't no joy ride
Why don't you learn to drive?
Learn to drive!
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Drinking Myself to Death
01:41
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I'd put a gun to my head but my pistol's in hock
I'd try huffing exhaust but car's in the shop
Lost my insurance, can't O.D. on pills
Put my head in the oven, didn't pay my gas bill
I'd jump from a roof but I'm too scared of heights
Put my neck in a noose, couldn't get it tied
Can't slash my wrists, blood makes me faint
I'd just end it all
I've tried but I can't
So, I'm drinking myself to death every night
It's a slow way to go, but at least I'll do it right
I'm drinking myself to death now it's a true
It's a slow way to go, but it's the best I can do
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Chupacabra
02:30
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It's not Bigfoot or the Jersey Devil
This vicious beast is on the level
Creature of another order
Straight from hell, south of the border
You think you're safe inside your room
You
Don't realize
He's creeping up behind you
Sinks
His teeth in to your throat
El Chupacabra
Uno-Dos-Tres-Cuatro!
Don't cross paths with this monster
Bloodlust drives his heart of darkness
Lifeforce draining desperado
Miras in ojos del diablo
You think you're safe inside your room
You
Don't realize
He's creeping up behind you
Sinks
His teeth in to your throat
El Chupacabra
Uno-Dos-Tres-Cuatro!
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5. |
Plan 9 from Outer Space
01:38
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Can your heart stand the shocking facts?
Flying saucers over Hollywood
Electro guns resurrect the dead
Plan 9 from Edward Wood
They come from the bowels of hell
Transformed race of walking dead
Guided, by a master plan
for complete domination of the Earth
Vampira!
Lugosi too!
Not of this world!
Graveyard ghouls!
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You've screwed over your family and most of your friends
Don't even have custody of your own kid
Everybody's against you and nothing's your fault
You're doing a dance call the Bipolar Bop
Manic/depression, 24/7 bullshit
Drama, frustration and rage
The only relief is the calm before the storm
'til something else rattles your cage
You've got a chemical imbalance tipping over your brain
Persecution complex
Always shifting the blame
You freak on anyone who questions your mental health
You're not the one who needs meds or professional help
I'm done walking on eggshells
Can't take your short fuse
Borderline type behavior
Unpredictable moods
You're either down at the bottom or you're blowing top
Paranoia and lies
When's it gonna stop
I've fucking had enough
You're doing a dance called the Bipolar Bop
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