Blonde hair on the bathroom sink
Switchblade in his hand
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He was slack-jawed, like a cynic
Spit into the fan
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Drove out to the highway
Benjamins in the bag
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Pedal down, he drives away
They're blowing right out the back
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Pulled into a gas station
Snuffed the counter man with a chain
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For a carton of smokes and a fifth of whiskey
Fire and gasoline
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Made out for California
A lesser man fall from grace
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Lit up on caledonia
Everything laid to waste
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Hungry for the Leech oblivion
Or just a taste
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Hungry for the Leech oblivion
Or just a taste