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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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