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I kept a memory back from my early years
A boat out to cyprus with the scottish fusiliers
I was two years old
I was barely alive
Already cruising 'bout with the devil and a
45
I hear you've been straying over this side of town
Talking it up
Walking your mouth around
But it's really not ok that you do like you do
The devil's
45is gonna wait for you
You
You
You
You
You are heading for a beatdown
Are you riding shotgun on the stage of broken dreams
Ain't it funny how the ego can take you to extremes
And with the cards you hold I'm aurally not surprised
Choose between the devil and a
45
Keep your false pretenses
Keep your fancy clothes
Keep your airs and graces since I won't be needing those
Since I was two years old I was learning to survive
Keep on the right side of a
45
