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dropping down
The cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Mack is back in town

Louie Miller disappeared, dear
After drawing out his cash
And Mac Heath
out all of his cash
Went tap city, and Mac Heath spends like a sailor
Did our boy do, somethin' rash?

Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Polly Peacham,
cash
And Mac-heath spends like a sailor
Did our boy do something rash

Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Polly Peachum Lucy Brown
O the line forms
dear
I'll bet you Macky's back in town

Mr. Miller, disappeared, dear
After drawin' out all of his cash
Went tap city, and Mac Heath spends like
out all of his cash
Went tap city, and Mac Heath spends like a sailor
Did our boy do, somethin' rash?

Sukey Tawdry, Jenny Diver
Polly Peacham,
’re left of center

Gimme gimme gimme your attention
Strange ways babe
I only wanna move like you move
I’m watching you

Oh, hooray for Hollywood
Oh,
There was a little drawing of a heart next to that, 
Followed by an exclamation mark. 
The back of his was covered in stuff stuff 
Like, Brandon
There was a little drawing of a heart next to that, followed by an exclaimation mark.  The back of his was covered in stuff... stuff like:  Brandon
There was a little drawing of a heart next to that, followed by an exclaimation mark.  The back of his was covered in stuff... stuff like:  Brandon
There was a little drawing of a heart next to that, followed by an exclaimation mark.  The back of his was covered in stuff... stuff like:  Brandon
striking the trees all around
Abigail still in shock, awoken by the sound

Run better run, run better run after Little One
Run better run, run after
There was a little drawing of a heart next to that, followed by an exclaimation mark.  The back of his was covered in stuff... stuff like:  Brandon
Would you like to meet in SoHo?
This is David. Oh, I don't know
Just talk of how New York has been
Yes, it's easy to imagine,
I've healed a lot
real
I move on, the hate i feel is to strong
connection, is made from the inner yeah
I'm stayin true but still I'm made to look like
a sinner who
lemonadin'
Or eliminating, I be the last man standing
Sharp like Shannon, Rich like Gannon
I'm four deep at Brandons, and they ain't understanding
I do a J.R.
lyrics by Corb Lund, music by Stan Rogers / Corb Lund


I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

I wanna good steed under me like my
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
And why I just don't know

So I take a Vicodin splash it hits my stomach and ahh
A couple weeks go by it ain't even like I'm getting high
Now I need it just
continue (only the strong will continue)
I know you have it in you
I know you have it in you

I'm a street-lifer always harassed by the C ciphers
Chief like
At night I heard the owls say :
"Find the truth beneath the stars
You'll have to travel back to heaths of green...

...The entrance to the oak woods
mother fucker, I represent the Hatchet, I see you eye ball lookin' at me like I'ma snatch it, and whip it to thy garbage can down thy hall, then kick you
Anything that you need 
From coke to murder sprees 
Spreadin' like a disease 
When I get to hell 
I'm fuckin' Marilyn Monroe 
Doggystylin' her fire pit
a fucking punk
To beef, so he can get killed by the psycho thief
Retarted like Biz, eating cats like Heath-
cliff, light the spliff, crack the quart and
If I
that's called the Heath Ledge 
Needless to say I turn rap beef to piglets 
Make you speechless, make you bloody, make you teethless 
Then the blood drip
eat these niggaz up like Jason
Chasin you through camp pistol lake
Like a wolf on crank hit the dank,
The tank up, put on the make-up
An come back