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The roof is leaking rust
Disintegrates and dust
I shot a man on sunday
Now i'm a fugitive on monday
Yeah, oh we're
In the dry
The sheriff on my trail
To escort me to jail
With bloodhounds fat and unhealthy
I may be cornered but i'm wealthy
Yeah, oh we're
In the dry
Yeah, oh we're
In the dry
I rise to meet my rivals
They shoot me with their rifles
Now i'm lying by a pool
On a blanket, moist and cool
Yeah, oh we're
In the dry
Yeah, oh we're
In the dry
In the dry
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