Hounds of Hell
Federal infirmary
Cuckoos counting the clock
Helicopter choppers
And interstate police
My baby was thin skinned
Brain drained and paranoid
The cops came to the place
Knocking like street busters
I was sitting cosey like ghostbusters
Door frame, and the letter of the law
This game no more
Dont need to provoke or prove a point
Leave me be
This tribe has had its time
I'm moving off
Where the sunset goes
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