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Filthy
03:15
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Well it’s a habit of mine, I like drinkin alone, and this bottle of pills is what I call home. How’s it taste when you chew down the pill that defines you?
I'm trying hard to be that, that boy that I was once before. 'Cause I've been living alone and I’ve been living a lie and I’ve been living in hell.
So take a hit from the hard line and smoke it up for the last time, 'cause it takes a piece apart of me. And I won't stop at the stop sign; I'm gearing up for the hard life. And it takes a piece apart of me.
It's just a habit of mine, I like smoking alone and this bottle of moonshine’s halfway gone. How's it taste when you spew all the SHIT that's inside you?
I'm trying hard to be that, that boy that I was once before. 'Cause I've been living alone and I’ve been living a lie and I’ve been living in hell.
So take a hit from the hard line and smoke it up for the last time, 'cause it takes a piece apart of me. And I won't stop at the stop sign; I'm gearing up for the hard life. And it takes a piece apart of me.
Southern California…. FUCK YEAH!
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Route 666
03:27
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These roads are getting cold, the fog has rolled in from the snow, I'm hallin' ass california highway
crusin' with the devil in hell
how is it possible 48 more hours on the road, another rest stop rest in hell
cursin with the devil in hell!
Hey! who wants a ride so you can see how fast I drive, I'm hallin' ass california highway
route 6! 6! 6! hell!
I'm on the run just like a medic beyond the law ......
I'm hallin' ass california highway
route 6! 6! 6! hell!
no matter the road we take, well meet again I'm driving high, but later on tonight
the road will be paved red
These roads are getting cold, the fog has rolled in from the snow, I'm drinking jack to calm my nerves
crusin' with the devil in hell
how is it possible 24 more hours on the road, were passing by dirty market chains
crusin' with the devil in hell
face the road, believe this is the place,
These roads are getting cold, the fog has rolled in from the snow, no other cars do lie ahead
cursin with the devil in hell!
how is this possible, running out of hours on the road, another rest stop rest in hell
cursin with the devil in hell!
smokin' with the devil, drinkin' with the devil, crusing with the devil in hell!
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El Perro Negro
03:24
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Fuck Yea!
Sharp Bites, Spittin Venom, ill seap through your hands cause your a bleeder
Im fast to slip away, your black lungs just coughed me off my feet
Little rosie on my path, little rosie comes quicker then the creeping death
well i hope it meant that much to you when im flying high and your bleeding
sick shit with a capitol "S" on the sick
sick shit with a capitol "S" on the shit
im worked out and worked up, get a grip and im all torn up.
where ever the hills i head, cause im on the out in the open and ive been trying to take it away take it away baby snake it away
where ever the hills i head, cause im on the up in the open and ive been trying to take it away take it away baby snake it away
Fuck Yea!
Sharp Bites, Spittin Venom, ill seap through your hands cause your a bleeder
Little rosie on my path, little rosie comes quicker then the creeping death
well i hope it meant that much to you when your flying high and your bleeding
where ever the hills i head, cause im on the out in the open and ive been trying to take it away take it away baby snake it away
where ever the hills i head, cause im on the up in the open and ive been trying to take it away take it away baby snake it away
sick shit with a capitol "S" on the sick
sick shit with a capitol "S" on the shit
sick shit with a capitol "S" on the sick
sick shit with a capitol "S" on the shit
im worked out and worked up, get a grip and im all torn up.
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The Bear Killer
03:34
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Broken fingers, bloody nose; a tethered harness and the beat of the drum. Shots of whiskey does it right; a tethered harness, I'm walking that line.
Home sweet home, One tough son of a gun now…
I've been telling you for a long time, something's got to change this man. I've been opened up like a dirty book. Jesus, help me when you can.
We've been driving, for a while. We've been searching for that next great big denial. We've been bloodied down on the streets, baby I'm going to come for mine…Going to come for mine…
I've been telling you for a long time, something's got to change this man. I've been opened up like a dirty book. Jesus, help me when you can.
Home sweet home, One tough son of a gun now…
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Spook, the Horse
03:38
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My Colt .45, I keep it at my side (in case things look funny). I'm not the type of dude you want to step up to (I'll have you running ugly).
So kick up a row with TWO FISTS, it's like this, I'm a bad bad man. You better run away, or there'll be hell to pay. (repeat 1x)
Hail to the chief of rock and soul, 'cause I'm on a horse and halfway to hell. Banging bars with the boys next door, so let's have a little who-hit-John. Settle down or I'll set you down, by kicking your teeth in the dirt. And you should feel ashamed baby boy.
2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, and I can smell fear in you… 2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, these 2 fists!
I smell it in you. Face up, obey the road. I taste it in you, put the gun in your mouth. I won't settle for less, so keep this in mind. Here's to all the non-believers. You can't wear this belt, you won't fit in my boots, you ain't FUCKIN' country.
So kick up a row with TWO FISTS, it's like this, I'm a bad bad man. You better run away, or there'll be hell to pay. (repeat 1x)
Hail to the chief of rock and soul, 'cause I'm on a horse and halfway to hell. Banging bars with the boys next door, so let's have a little who-hit-John. Settle down or I'll set you down, by kicking your teeth in the dirt. And you should feel ashamed baby boy.
2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, and I can smell fear in you… 2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, 2 FISTS, these 2 fists! I smell it in you. Face up, obey the road. I taste it in you, put the gun in your mouth.
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The Long Road
04:41
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don't know where I'm going, but I'm already there. don't know where this waters flowing, but I'm not sure that i care.
it all comes back to me, yea it all comes back to me. Right or wrong good or bad. it all comes back to me
walking down the long road and i cant see where it ends. No one ever taught me how to be a man. I'm doing the best that i can.
I've been down and never out, never take drugs laced with doubt, I'm down the long road.
Dead man, swinging low. Black birds coming to clean my bones
dead man..... going home.
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Black Gold
03:51
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You see me and your knees are weak and it knocks you off your feet. The blood in my vain runs deep, cause I wear it on my sleeve
The taste, i know you did it again your half way to hell and you know it!
i ..... you did it again
get on, grab your shit and leave, and don't forget your keys!
so bring me any girl on the floor and watch me want it, and all the other boys you ignore well bitch god damn you
why do you keep on straight running through my mind your ..... oh yea
black gold, girl you should of seen your face right now, expression of a sinner! your shaddy and girl you really got some nerve right now, well bitch god damn you!
HEY! HEY!
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Black Water Street
04:39
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Creeping through a bar down on Blackwater Street, you can find a good time here, but that time don't come cheap. Where everybody knows my name and I'm the hero in lights. Southern California, baby, gonna ride 'til we die.
They'll spit you out and suck you in. You won't ever make it. They'll tear you down and burn you alive, leave you in a dry ass gulch cause,
Law don't come 'round here no more (get up, break up, break out of town).
I said, Law don't come 'round here no more (get up, break up, break out of town).
Sitting in a bar now down on Blackwater Street; there’s a girl sitting next to me that I'd like to meet. Well, everybody knows her name and she’s so lovely in lights. Southern California, baby, gonna ride 'til we die.
They'll spit you out and suck you in. You won't ever make it. They'll tear you down and burn you alive, leave you in a dry ass gulch cause,
Law don't come 'round here no more (get up, break up, break out of town)
I said, Law don't come 'round here no more (get up, break up, break out of town)
Law don't come 'round here no more (get up, break up, break out of town)
I said, Law don't come 'round here no more (get up, break up, break out of town)
Something’s going to happen, going to ride tonight. Want to see it, want to touch it, and want to ride tonight. I’m going to drink it, going to taste it, going to ride tonight. Going to fake it, going to fight it, going to ride tonight. Get wasted, talking dirty, going to fly tonight. Going to see it, fight it, touch it, FUCK it, feel it, and burn it bright!
Get me out of this here hell… I close my eyes and think of home. So take a life, and shoot ‘em down, all of our enemies. I close my eyes and think of home.
Law don't come 'round here no more (get up, break up, break out of town).
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Shooting at Wild Dogs
03:53
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Well wait a second, damn what's your name? I can't remember.
your face looks so familiar! yea!
I know I've seen you. You use to hang at jacks, you smoke a cigaret, smoke a cigaret lady.
That smell is so familiar!
you'll be giving up your lovin' giving all your lovin' to me. (I'm not sure but i know I've had it) cause I tried so hard not to forget your name
Hey little lady, I wanna taste, I bet you taste good to me.
Those lips look so familiar!
I know I've seen you, you use to wear all black, you smoke a cigaret, smoke a cigaret honey!.
That smell is so familiar!
you'll be giving up your lovin' giving all your lovin' to me. (I'm not sure but i know I've had it) cause I tried so hard not to forget your name(take your money, take your shit and then go!)
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On the Grind
03:26
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I've been on the grind steady lookin' for the good time, best be on my way, I'm quickly running out, running out of time
come on down and get it up!
I made a bet with the man who bets the most, he told me look hear boy your good for forty five, up towns the good stuff, but down towns the legal does, ... you best go run and hide
I tried to beat it the devil comes out
the main line attraction the star of the show
you want, it you need it, your breath. Cause I'm a full blow demon, I'm going 95
shut your face givin it up
you want it, one step over the bad line, you need it, one over the black line
I take a shot of patron and then I'm begging for more and then you know I'm helpless, need i m a sucker for speed
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Deadly Like the Snake
03:35
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double crossed a thousand times playing this part and I've worked hard for most my life right from the start
hey! hey! everybody will burn, i hope this place burns down and it doesn't mean that quittin is so bad
I don't know business and i ain't proper, I may be a fool but thats who I am, too bad
I worked hard for little paper, right from the start
I don't need you anymore to help me breath, cause on my knees for most my life "oh! mother marry"
I can admit that i have problems, well maybe I'm wrong but this is who i am
I've worked hard for most my life and nothing can change a rambling man, like me!
I've been taking a bath in dirty water, but now I'm taking it back and moving on
you know I'm better then you!
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