Seemingly twisted in overly mystic
Hazy jaded lines
Found a fellow
Dressed in yellow
Now there's one to go
Where we go tonight my friend
I should never have quite known
If it's all the same to you
I think we'll go in tow
To the whiskey
a
go go
Partners to the bitter end,
Birds of a feather
Together in this fine weather
With the rain beneath our feet
It should't dare
Touch so fair
Innocents like these
Run, run, run
While we can
Lay of the land
Is our's to expand
Until the very last man
Checks right on in
Guns in hand
Make a stand
Now or never, we've got to shiver
At the cold raging at our door
Two's beaten better
Than some half assed devil
Crying loud out in the snow
Grab you a shell and a gauge of twelve
And come play doh-si-doh
Woah-oh-oh
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