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in the middle of a gun fight

in the center of a resturant

they say, "come with your arms raised high!"

well they're never gonna get me

i'm like a bullet through a flock of doves

to wage this war against your faith in me,

your life will never be the same

on your mother's eyes say a prayer

say a prayer



now, but i cant

and i don't know

how we're just two men as god had made us

well i cant,

well i can

too much, too late and just not enough of this

pain in my heart for your dying wish

i kiss your lips again



they all cheat at cards, and the checkers are lost

my cellmate is a killer, he made me do push-ups in drag

but nobody cares if you're losing yourself

am i losing myself and well

i miss my mom

will they give me the chair?

or lethal injection

or swing from a rope if you dare

oh nobody knows all the trouble i've seen



now, well i can't

and i don't know

how we're just two men as god had made us

well i can't,

well i can

too much, too late and just not enough of this

pain in my heart for your dying wish

i kiss your lips again



to your room

what they ask of you

will make you want to say "so long"

but i dont remember

why remember?



(do you have the keys to the hotel?

'cause i'm gonna set the motherfucker on fire)



life is but a dream for the dead

and well i, i won't go down by myself

but i'll go down with my friends

take it like a man

now, now now now

now now now

now now now



oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!