Highway to the Town
The Resting Wicked
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The man has got a '44 Strapped around his waist He sits on his rusted bike With the serial number erased List in his hand Has certain names written down He's cruising down the highway Highway to the town He's driving down steady As he takes a sip of Jack Escaped from hell and knowing He can never ever go back Wheels keep on spinning No way to buckle down He's cruising down the highway Highway to the town Those velvet tired eyes Are filled with danger and pain A little bag in his pocket Filled with the best cocaine On his snake leather boot Is a red bandana tied down He is cruising down the highway Highway to the town
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