cut out like a thundershot
His voice rang clear across the
Well, the men that tried to fail
Ended up with their days in jail
Pick your bed up and beg a man
Bird in the bush, nut in the hand
What's your sad excuse to live so long?
Femme to hang for better things
But happy things you did today
Kill me out six foot deep
Don't seem so often, though
When the eagle hits the ground
Strike a light, curse the shade,
some of us have got it made
While some men's children
What you get, what you got,
still don't leave an aw ful lot
Could be if nothing left, give away
Kicked out in the drivin' rain
An honest man would stand in time
If he had one good reason why
Or even half a leg on which to stand
You don't look like one of me
And I don't think I'm one of you
I don't need to have to ask
What's that face behind your mask
It ain't much different than any
Alabama backslam, one step forward,
That won't get you back to
Just one thing's left to say,
every dog will have his day
Take your own, keep your hands off mine
Take it home, leave my home alone
Oh, take it home, keep your hands up high
Oh, take it home, keep your hands up high
Oh, take it home, keep your hands up high
Take it home, keep your hands up high
Take it out, ease it off, hands off, let it rip!
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