The roof is leaking rust

Disintegrates and dust

I shot a man on sunday

Now i'm a fugitive on monday



Yeah, oh we're

In the dry



The sheriff on my trail

To escort me to jail

With bloodhounds fat and unhealthy

I may be cornered but i'm wealthy



Yeah, oh we're

In the dry



Yeah, oh we're

In the dry



I rise to meet my rivals

They shoot me with their rifles

Now i'm lying by a pool

On a blanket, moist and cool



Yeah, oh we're

In the dry



Yeah, oh we're

In the dry

In the dry


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