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See me comin' to town with my soul Scrape down at the bump of my fingers Holdin' over the devil I know All my troubles just hang on your trigger Take your eyes and ?? to the road Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aimin' Don't forget to pick up what you saw Talkin' trash to the garbage around you Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na See me kickin' the dog with my boots Broke down at a ditch of old rubbish I won't give up that ghost Snakes invoked at the back of your room Handin' out a confection of venom Heaven's drawn the poison you use Thunderbolts in the eyes of a gambler Now I seem to come to you Hammer my bones in the anvil of daylight Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na I won't give up that ghost It's sick the way theses tongues are twisted The good in us all we know It's too much left to taste that bitter There's too much left to taste that's bitter I won't give up that ghost It's sick the way theses tongues are twisted The good in us all we know It's too much left to taste that bitter Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na Na na na na na na na