Wait until it fades to black. Ride into the sunset.

Would I lie to you? Well I've got something to say.

Grab your six gun from your back. Throttle the

ignition. Would I die for you? Well here's your answer

in spades. Shotgun sinners, wild-eyed jokers. Got

you in my sights. Gun it while I'm holding on. After

all is said and done. Climb out from the pine box

well I'm asking you. Cuz she's got nothing to say.

The angels just cut out her tongue. Call her black

Mariah. Would I lie to you? That girl's not right in the

brain. Mass convulsions strike the choir. by the grace

of God. Gun it while I'm holding on but. Don't stop.

If I fall and don't look back. Don't stop bury me and

fade to black. She won't stop me put it down.




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