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Sure shot polyglot, don’t matter who you got in your back pocket bullpen

It took 1 and 50 psalms just to grease the palms of a two-bit perdition man

 

Well a horse is a horse of course of course, unless it’s the one at the back of the pack

You can call up to the tower, shout a little louder that’s death ridin’ on it’s back…

 

You got your mind made up and your hair stretched back, you know just what to say

You can phone it on in or take it on the chin, but you’re gonna have to pay to play

 

You got the Cadillac Ball and Chain, twenty-two karat handcuffs on

The bank’s shylock pays, in that Mojito haze you’ll feed the interest just to pay the bond

 

Give me just piece of mind, Hell, I don’t know where to go

You’re always one step behind little girl and always one step down below

 

You gotta give son, to the man on the run, you gotta give him everything you can

You can grow there in the middle, sinking little by little, but remember how it was when you ran

 

Little Tommy Tucker he sang for his supper, but no bread unless he push and shoves

All across the land, that invisible hand’s wearing Garavani latex gloves…

 

You got your name on the door, plaque on the wall, with the long term potential to grow

Don’t let it go to your head, keep that chest pump fed, they’ll fill books with what you don’t know

 

You’re the company shill, always do what you will to keep the boss in tailored clothes

I might have failed to of mentioned, you always had good intentions, but you know what they say about those

 

Give me just piece of mind, Hell, I don’t know where to go

You’re always one step behind little girl and always one step down below

 

Sure shot polyglot, don’t matter who you got in your back pocket bullpen

It took 1 and 50 psalms just to grease the palms of a two-bit perdition man

 

Well a horse is a horse of course of course, unless it’s the one at the back of the pack

You can call up to the tower, shout a little louder cause that’s death ridin’ on it’s back...

 

Give me just piece of mind, Hell, I don’t know where to go

You’re always one step behind little girl and always one step down below

 

 

 

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