| See the dead pigs on the highway
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| Not enough to feed my soul
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| You’ve had your chance, now you’ll do it my way
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| All badges go down that hole
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| I’m alone in the buckets of a Mach one
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| And down inside I know you love me too
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| So have a beer with Christ or Hoover
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| Twin Earth’s comin' down on you
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| Yeah, this righteous thing
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| Got a friend in the Belmar speedball
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| Crushed inside my head for a year
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| Now it’s time to tear some asshole
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| From revelation and straight to you
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| Hey Ma’am do you want my baby
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| Hey Satan want a hole in your head
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| The mighty ocean parts before me
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| I’m heading down to New Orleans
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| Yeah, this righteous thing baby
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| Yeah, this righteous thing
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| Yeah, this righteous thing baby
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| Yeah, this righteous thing
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| See the dead pigs on the highway
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| Not enough to feed my soul
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| You’ve had your chance, now you’ll do it my way
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| All badges go down that hole
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| Hey Ma’am do you want my baby
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| Hey Satan want a hole in your head
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| The mighty ocean parts before me
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| I’m heading down to New Orleans
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| Yeah, this righteous thing baby
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| Yeah, this righteous thing
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| Yeah, this righteous thing baby
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| Yeah, this righteous thing |