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See me comin' to town with my soul
 Straight down out of the world with my fingers
 Holdin' onto the devil I know
 All my troubles'll hang on your trigger
 Take your eyes and your mind from the road
 Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aimin'
 Don't forget to pick up what you sow
 Talking trash to the garbage around you
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 See me kickin' the door with my boots
 Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish
 Snakes and bones in the back of your room
 Handin' out a confection of venom
 Heaven's drunk from the poison you use
 Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler
 Now I see it's a comfort to you
 Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 I won't give up that ghost
 It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
 The good in us is all we know
 There's too much left to taste that's bitter
 I won't give up that ghost
 It's sick the way these tongues are twisted
 The good in us is all we know
 There's too much left to taste that's bitter
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na
 Na na, na na na na na