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    Fresh scrubbed baby, Momma's kiss on his cheek
    Steps off the greyhound with money for a week.
    A wild eyed innoncent, he knows no fear
    It takes more than heroes to survive down there.

    In the badlands, the badlands, the badlands
    Well if you've got the bullets...
    They'll remember your name down there.

    Can't drink the water, can't breathe the air
    They said it was exciting, never said it was fair
    You're just another singer in a pilgrim's suit
    Chased by the lines till you learn to shoot

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    In the badlands, the badlands, the badlands
    If you've got those black diamonds
    They'll remember your name down there.

    Badlands, well there's always a faster hand in the west
    Room around town for only the best
    One false step and you'll be cut down
    For some it's paradise, others it's hell.

    In the badlands, the badlands, the badlands
    Yeah, if you've got the bullet
    They'll remember your name down there.
    They'll remember your name down there.
    They'll remember your name down there.

    You're gonna need some protection.
    You had better make your connections.

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    Composition: Jeff Hanna, Bob Carpenter, Jimmie Fadden, and Richard Hathaway

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