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Seven Mary Three Rock Crown

It's not the clothes that she borrows Just call me out 'cause you know I'll follow Back through the backdoor into June Luck will sleep the October June

Do you think that people get tired of themselves? Is that why the T.V.?s on all the time? It don?t take much to get it right back on track But it won?

Mean Mr. Mustard says, "He's bored of life in The District Can't afford the French Quarter high" Says, "It gets old real quick" And he pales up next to

Oh yeah She says, "We can't tell them" Oh yeah she wants up front I can't do that When you gonna make up your mind? When you gonna make up your mind?

A young girl give me a good luck charm. Put a snake on my neck and a bird on my arm Got one good little leg 'cause the other went south Got a brand new

I don't want to spend the rest of my life Starin' at a man, Looking down a line What's he say? "Not my style" Just a stylized version of an obsolete file

speeches, broken promise I know how the anger flows so I carried time Don't let them drag the needle through your dime I know how the hatred goes so I buried mine Lucky seven

Yeah you in your mother's new shoes Bet you like them as much as her blues Don't tell anyone but I plan to move The first time you look away Tell me

In Heaven) [Chorus] [Verse Three] I hit the planet like a plague The Book of Revelations red dragon with ten horns and seven heads and seven crowns