Lightning cross the way, no
I can't rest, been up for weeks
The words they come in close
They gotta a nerve that never sleeps, for me
I say, I wait in rooms of gold
And crawl down to my knees
A liar, a thief and a coward a crime
I laugh my head clean off at the sight
Bop-Ba-Ba-Da-Da
Pull em in close, drop into the fight
Light that shit up like the Fourth of July
Lonely, cat-like master
three
weeks
smell
thief
slide
sleeps
sight
recite
rally
these
never
nerve
master
times
names
lonely
lightning
cross
dates
coward
fourth
through
score
knees
close
rooms
clean
drive
gotta
streets
crime
bleed
await
laugh
crawl
drink
events
faster
words
grows
alley
fight
mines
leave
light
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