[Joey Fender]
Gentlemen. Jesus Christ! I wouldn't change a goddamn thing. Now you know all the ladies'll be dancin' -- f** yeah, dude!
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[Ryan Corvidae]
I've got the back
Of my hand laid out
Some slight sort of plan
I'll have to make up
As we go
It's a derivative map
A calculus of ten
Uncertainties
And they'll never
Have peace
They're the turners of keys
Handled steadily
They'll tamethe
Wild beast
They've prepared us a feast
With pen and paper
They fillet my enemies
(and she says)
I don't know
What you're
Hoping for
I don't know
I've got the whole of my
Hand laid out
Turn the river and see
That you know just
What I mean
It's so solitary
Oh my God
Is it another
Party?
I've got the back of my
Hand laid out
Don't I
I've got the back of my
Hand laid out
Damn right
I remember when pursuit began
Presented arms of grizzly bear
I could climb the treetop
I could climb the treetop
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