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The streets are paved with gold and lined with mansions
When no one’s looking this whole city dances
The best of it was built with brick and romance, slight of hand, and second chances
The pictures look as good as the theaters
They play em back to back as double features
Well, hard work hold up and cutting corner don’t
I don’t know who built the pyramids, but I know who won’t
All the bars in this town go on for days
While the drunks inside go on in the same way
Woulda shoulda coulda shared the same name
Because no one’s got a bone to pick with fourth place
The real killers, well, they hide in the hills
When they see perfect symmetry, they fire at will
It ain’t hard to make it look easy
When you’re only picking limbs off of daffodils
If it looks good, but it don’t look evenly
Well, it was probably made by boring people
If I wasn’t dead serious about this love
Well, it’s cost a lot less if we just lost touch
If the money wasn’t passed down to some dumb fuck
Well, it was stolen by a broke one who knows what’s what
If I’m going to hell in a hand basket and all I see is trash, this shit ain’t built to last
Well, in the same spot a whisper gets real loud
A license to kill is given out
The roughest and dumbest are born into thought
So an eagerness to do it, well, it can’t be bought
They’re full of love for life in the middle
Fourth fret, third string, second fiddle
But if it can’t be sold and it can’t be bought, they’re all cold and broke at the bottom and the top
Every waitress on the road back home has a dream, a couple kids, and a song to sing
There ain’t a trucker in this country that cares where he’s headed, they’ve always been running from the same damn thing
And it’s far from easy looking into hearts so broke and eyes so tired
Clothes so tattered and brains hard wired
But I put my faith in the defeated, honest woman
And I put every single cent that I still got to my name on that delusional rambling liar
So if the clouds are really bullet proof
Then let the rest be cleansed with fire
If you’re really gonna bother pushing that rock back up that mountain, you better do it with style
If you drive until you’re tired
All you’re gonna find
Is a whole lot of nothing
Protected by a thin barbed wire
So take your time
Don’t cross that line
Because if you do
You’ll lose your mind
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