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Artist: Terrorwheel
Canonical path: /terrorwheel/outlaws-inc
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Outlaws Inc.
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Outlaws Inc.
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C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Feel the temperature rising
There's a price on your head
And that's real good advertising
Your forehead's steaming
But the barrel pressed against it is cold
You should've left town
Before they tied you to the railroad
Boy, the lynch mob really nailed you this time
Too bad they don't realize their own little crime
I wonder if they remember
That they lit the fuse to the war they won
Fellow citizens, let me ask you:
Where have all the good men gone?
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Outlaws incorporated
All our thoughts are suffocated
Speak the truth, get terminated
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Outlaws incorporated
People do what they do best
Save themselves and fuck the rest
Get on, get on, get on
Don't regret a thing
Born again, torn again
Hear the angels sing
The sheriff's right behind you
And there's nothing you can do
You're shaking like a madman
And your lips are getting blue
Funny how you always happen to be around
When the going gets tough
Too bad them people never leave
Before you've had enough
Another bullet states your name
And off we go again
The gentlemen put on their masks
And take god's name in vain
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Outlaws incorporated
All our books are confiscated
Speak the truth get terminated
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People do what they do best
But nobody's cleaning up the mess
I bet it's hard to speak
With that rope tied 'round your neck
I can't hear what you're saying, man
You're such a nervous wreck
Watch me as i rape your little daughter
When you die
What you did was tyranny
What we do is right
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Deathropolis has been created
Barbarians cultivated
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I hate the way you people smell
I hope you people burn in hell!
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