You finally think you got it, and you learned just how to sing
till you smoke another cigarette and your voice goes out of range again
So crack another tall boy and swallow those notes down
Just to hock each and everyone of those dirty bastards out
I don't know where I've been going, you could say the same
Everything around here is changing every day
So we can talk about salvation in hopes to get along
but we both know that we're out here on our own
They way I make my money, I keep no promises or oaths
And when you press me on it I'll have my hands around your throat
Free for all to Martial Law - Welcome to the place
where everybody shoots each other every single day
So we can hang our livers out to dry or order another round
And bask in the glory of this God forsaken town
The way I hold my heartache is the way you hold your pride
And by the time this song is over maybe all of us will die
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