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In the middle of a gun fight...
In the center of a restaurant...
They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me,
And like a bullet through a flock of doves...
To wage this war against your faith in me,
Your life...will never be the same.
On your mother's eyes, say a prayer...say a prayer!
Chorus
Now, but I can't
And I don't know
How we're just human as God had made us,
Well, I can't...well, I can't!
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
Paying more for your dying wish,
I kiss your lips again.
We lost three of the cards and the checkers are lost,
My cellmate's a killer, he made me do push-ups (and trip)
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself...am I losing myself?!
Well, I miss my mom,
Oh, give me the chair,
A lethal injection, a swing from a rope if you dare;
Ah, nobody knows...all the trouble I've seen!
Chorus
To your room...
What they ask of you
Will make you want to say, "So long..."
Well, I don't remember,
Why remember...YOU?!
Do you have the keys to the hotel?!
Goodbye! String this motherf***er on fire! (FIRE!!)
Life is but a dream for the dead,
And well I, I won't go down on myself,
But I'll go down with my friends.
Now now now now...now now now...now now now!!
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