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    You can reach for your service pistol
    By the time you get it, I'm betting that this will be
    Over and done with, leave your badge and your gun
    You won't be coming home tonight

    Because you're dealing with a man at the end of his rope
    And I'll be swinging for the fences on a prayer and a hope
    There'll be no celebrations, or banner, libations
    Just your sad and lonely wife

    You want the glory
    Resplendent kill
    You want the story of the ill-famed blood you spilled
    'Cause there's a Midwest overcoat
    And it's begging to be filled
    And if I'm not caught wearing it, you will

    You'll have to do better than that
    You'll have to do better than that
    'Cause it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat
    Yeah, you'll have to do better than that
    Fuck it

    In 1916, at 7 years old, I shot a kid in the mug with a found pistol
    First taste of the bracelets, first taste of the can
    Gave him a taste of the grave before his life began
    And all we know is all that we've been told

    Reformed or refined, as if by design
    By a prison system that's all but resigned
    When the ideal prisoner should spend his life drifting back and forth
    Back and forth
    Back and forth
    Back and forth

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    So swaddle me in a Native blanket
    You know I can't stand being cold
    Leave me out front of the bleeding church
    To meet the head of the household

    I sold my soul for a handful of kills and a bankroll
    I sold my soul

    Swaddle me in a Native blanket
    You know I can't stand being cold
    Leave me out front of the bleeding church
    To meet the head of the household
    I sold my soul

    You want the glory
    Resplendent kill
    You want the story of the ill-famed blood you spilled
    'Cause there's a Midwest overcoat
    And it's begging to be filled
    And if I'm not caught wearing it, you will

    Drive, just drive
    Get in the car, just drive away
    Just drive
    Get in the car, just drive away

    You'll have to do better than that
    You'll have to do better than that
    'Cause it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat
    Yeah, you'll have to do better than that

    Oh, you'll have to do better than that
    You'll have to do better than that
    'Cause it passed right through the abdomen of this same old lucky cat
    Yeah, you'll have to do better than that
    (Fuck it)

    Oh no
    I think I'm bleeding out
    You take the wheel, so take the wheel

    Oh no (You'll have to do better)
    I think I'm bleeding out (You'll have to do better than that)
    You take the wheel, so take the wheel (You'll have to do better)
    (You'll have to do better than that)

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