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Bowie Knife Make (the) most, It’s not the ghosts that you carry (and) Fate boasts, Your empty hands are a barrier I took more than most, but I
steady Or I could go to Australia And carry a bowie knife And wear my hair like Hepburn parted on the side And learn card tricks and buy Everyone
Derranged, debauched, denude, on that stainless steel cot, Enter, Herr Surgeon, Take up the bowie knife and play join the dots. Vena carver, heart starter,
Run your bowie knife across my face, you think I'm all talk so come over and I'll show you Step on me and show me my place, tell me that I'm dumb
A bowie knife, a woolen coat, a grip bag on my arm It's all somebody needs to make it through the land Walk the night, travel light, cross the Rio
ain't going for it, If I go out I go like Rambo M60 machine gun with an extra box of ammo Commando with a Bowie knife and dripped down in that camo Solid
hollow tips, they make you numb (O oh) I'm the Gunsmith you better duck (HDOE) I got a AK, fuck your life I got a fuckin' Bowie knife (Skrr) Bitch you know
Then I heard a policeman say Do your best to not alarm him I've got eyes for the policeman's wife In her dyed black hair and her Bowie knife I've got
She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey Now I gotta friend who spends his life Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me
She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey Now I gotta friend who spends his life Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me
surrounded By parasites and sychophants When I come to see you I dose up on coagulants Because when you hurl that bowie knife It's going to be when my back is
and a bowie knife to Red Man tobacco that I liked to chew And we'd count the cars when the trains went past And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass Chorus
I crossed the Mississippi, Turned south at San Antone A bowie knife, a woolen coat, A grip bag on my arm It's all somebody needs to make it
up and said "That woman is my wife" And he drew a silver pistol And a wicked bowie knife And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears Straight
pretty little trigger finger was twitchin' by her side And Clyde was cleanin' his fingernails with a foot long Bowie Knife I brung 'em back
wanna talk about it Don't tell my doctor, don't tell my wife, laughs the knife, laughs the knife I cut off my boots with a Bowie knife, and I don't wanna
Got cold steel a bowie knife, just his way of life He took no one, no not a sound, stares at the edge of town Only time that he'll be found, is
have been the hot ranch) So let's dance because I killed Bowie's wife with a bowie knife C'mon mon it was Iman and man Bowie's my man gimme one more
up and said "That woman is my wife" And he drew a silver pistol And a wicked bowie knife And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears Straight
I crossed the Mississippi, turned south at San Antone A bowie knife, a woolen coat, a grip bag on my arm It's all somebody needs to make it through
Fuck ya goals guy, motherfuck ya cosign bitch (Cosign bitch) Grab the bowie knife, stab him 34 times bitch David Bowie type, Blackstar, throwin' scythes
could mayday brethren. Muddy gut, snake eyes. He approaches cobras with an ugly muck and bloody bowie knife clamped in the canines. Wake 'em with that
life Crocodile Dundee always got the big bowie knife We got it, we got it, we got it, we got it good Everybody's getting twisted, feel it baby vibin'
With this bowie knife Who the fuck are you Why you in my messages I don't know Keep talking shit bout things you Don't know Gonna let this gun blow Like
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