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Machine Head

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    Call me the billionaire breaker, turn 'em into my bitch
    I'm the king of the freaks a' down here diggin' a ditch
    I'm at a weed cafe on a Netherlands street
    Riding a caffeine buzz and I'm starting to peak
    Mescaline pile, gettin' me high
    Laser beam eyes, puncture of the sky
    I'm catching lightning in a bottle and I'm hitting it hard
    I got no time for your bullshit so don't even start

    Freak magnet
    Pushin' back at you
    Straitjacket
    I'm a rock star in the gutter and I love it down here
    I'll take a shit on Mar-a-lago while I'm drinkin' a beer

    Fuck your champagne wishes and your caviar dreams
    I'll throw a brick through your window
    And I'll kick in your teeth
    I got a methadone twitch with a Vicodin itch
    I'm smoking crank on a foil like a son of a bitch
    Gonna fuck your borders, barbed wire dick
    Gorge on bullshit, #1 spic
    This is an all-black Russian hack, go USA
    Trump's in bed with North Korea
    And that just might be gay, come on

    Straitjacket
    Buckle up now quick
    Freak magnet

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    I got a. 357 and it's loaded and locked
    Pullin' a hair-brain trigger 'cause the hammer is cocked

    I got a razor blade smile and a cocaine tongue
    I got a boner for miles, I'm slinging loads for fun
    Carry a whiskey brown suitcase loaded with hash
    I'm eatin' pussy by a dumpster
    Beard stinking like snatch
    I'll drink you
    Under the table with a gasoline smile
    Honey you're my fire, let's get lost for a while
    Blotto all our memories in bottles of wine
    Got a snake charmer's eyes, now you're caught on my line

    I'm chopping rails on a toilet, blazin' up the stall
    Chuggin' Jack in the food court, throwing up in the mall
    I'm a psychoactive child in a rich man's game
    I bet my future on a bar fight, kickin' ass, takin' names
    I'm a

    Freak magnet
    Pushin' back at you

    Straitjacket
    Buckle up now
    Black casket

    I'm in a polka-dot hearse headed straight for the grave
    No class, fast track, I can't be saved

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    Composición: Robb Flynn, Phil Demmel, Dave Mcclain y Jared C Maceachern

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