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Call your boys now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys they shut a buzzard on a Chrysler And you
: Call your boys now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys they shut a buzzard on a Chrysler And
ours my boys The captain grinned And no one left to tell The captain rose from a silk divan With a pistol in his fist And shot the lock from an iron box And
And there's fucking boys getting shipped out by FedEx, If I said it Then it's best that you protect your fucking head, kid I re-design your chromosomes
was no speed limit on the Nevada state line The air was red wine on those top down nights Just you and me my old rollarskate And the common sense to
Call your boys, now that the table's set and shining No one's seen any of them in many days Call your boys, they shot a buzzard off the Chrysler And you
your shine on, get your shine on All day long, I'ma get mine on Get your shine on, get your shine on All day long Baby get his shine on Get your shine on, get your
limit on the Nevada state line The air was red wine on those top down nights Just you and me my old roller-skate And the common sense to know our rights
my boys," the Captain grinned "and no one left to tell." The Captain rose from a silk divan With a pistol in his fist And shot the lock from an iron box And
