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Appetite (For Lightin' Dynamite) (Album Version) (Album Version) - Citizen Cope
Everybody knows when he's coming to town
They're locking the doors
And they don't make a sound
People want him dead but he won't die yet
First he's got to live
With the things that he did
People want him leaving
But he isn't leaving soon
He gets him some smokes
And some hoes and a hotel room
Then you best duck when he's through
He's clinching his fists
And he's lookin for you
'Cause Darren's got an appetite for lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in his hands
'Cause Darren's got an appetite for lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in his hands
'Cause Darren's got an appetite for lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in his hands
'Cause Darren's got an appetite for lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up
Ava's got a Frank Sinatra tune
Ava's got the sun and the wind and the moon
Ava's got a lawyer and a baller
And a 4 foot taller
And a bullfighter from Spain too
But I guess you could never forget
The way she moves she removes your stress
You ain't got a clue 'bout nothing like this
That's what she says
And she means what she says
Ava's got an appetite for lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in her hand
Ava's got an appetite for lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in her hand
Ava's got an appetite for lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up in her hand
Ava's got an appetite for lightin' dynamite
And letting it blow up
