Из альбома: High Low

I got burned
Got what was coming to me
Nailed indefinitely

By my own device

Escape
In the blink of an eye
Bigger chickens to fry and I'm on the lamb

Hey
And the women downstairs
Don't remember my name
Don't walk away from the game

Pistols and daggers
And the murdering braggers
All leave their weapons by the door

I'm tired
Please open the door
I don't want to play anymore of this foolish game

And you
I was hoping that you
Could help me lose my wicked name

Saved
By the wreck of the blade
And the colourful shade of diamond blue

Pistols and daggers
And the murdering braggers
All leave their weapons by the door

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