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Pinkerton Thugs The End Of An Era

This story starts out spray painted on a wall Its been there for decades As the cigarette burns the world still turns While the vodka numbs the pain

In the bear white walls of the fish factory I worked all day just to make ends meet Cut and gut and pack it up That will never get you far They got

Theres a sun settin' on the horizon And we're running full speed with guns Some make it and others get burnt up So we're gonna make sure we're the ones

You and me we always hit it off well Always had that gleam in our eyes the days were ours to sell You'd hit me up for a buck but we never had a dime

Well some kid got the lock down 'Cause he got flip with an officer No you don't do that in this town Unless you can bail yourself out Some kids got the

They think they know whats best for you But have they walked a mile in your boots This scene is me this scene is you We're the wheels that make it turn

If the the wolf is still circling the fence You think you've seen the way, but by the light of day You've only reached another dead end Has your dream