To all the rats in the S&M dens,
And the little mice that then,
Have doing all the dirty work.
To all the cowboys riding without guns,
And running posse that they're mother fucking running from
Who was the one, who gave me,
This vehicle, to hold my soul,
Who turns the daytime into night
At such a fast pace i can't decide
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