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And what happens when all judgement retreats
Will you go free on some hillbilly spree
And do you think the rich walk these mean streets
Aren’t wall to wall slaves supposed to be free
You can run but not hide — avoid the kill
Those who hold sway are not in this caper
They lobby hard for the rich on the hill
And for that they’ll alter man made paper
The tone just doesn’t sit right — too uptight
All is good just don’t get caught in the zone
Take a new aim and readjust your sight
Let them ducks fall until they’re all prone
Not every hillbilly drinks from the cup
But take from their cold hand and see what sup
