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see me comin to town with my soul straight down out of the world with my fingers holding 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 off but look where you're aiming don't forget to pick up what you sow talking trash to the garbage around you 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 handing 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 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