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Dishonest Men
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Black Lips
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Lean-tail scorpions, mean as hell I'm tellin' you it's the fear they smell The power of their sting is hard to quell Well, he's broke into a [?] You can break the law if you really wanna That old judge is bound to string you up Yeah, we're trouble [?] (Trouble [?]) Yeah, we're trouble [?] (Trouble [?]) Like big blackjacks, [he'll admit to grow?] And our detector cries, "Grab a poly They're all dishonest men They're all dishonest men" He runs the law from an old saloon In a Texas town called [Granagaroo?] And that hangin' judge ain't searchin' for the truth And these tired lawyers turn mountain lies Don't come around if you're scared to die And may the Lord have mercy on your soul Yeah, we're trouble [?], yeah Yeah, we're trouble [?], yeah Like big blackjacks [?] They're all a fuckin' gyp And our detector cries, "Grab your poly They're all dishonest men They're all dishonest men," yeah Miss [?] if the town moves Say a bad word about her and you're bound to lose Where you stand shall be your dying ground Cry shaking sorry as the day [?] Don't mess around or you'll wind up dead We're all be a marker on your grave Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah Like big blackjacks They're all a fuckin' gyp And our detector cries, "Grab a poly They're all dishonest men They're all dishonest men" They're all dishonest men
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