Paper, Scissors, Stone
Bad time, no more jingle Now it's tough, push comes to shove No minding manners anymore No lies, no place to fly Line is drawn, all hope is gone No good ole boys can save your candy store You lost the draw Like paper, scissors, stone You lost the draw Like paper, scissors, stone Time was when you had your slice of cake and coffee No more lazy Sunday afternoons down by the shore No more parties snorting cocaine 'till the dawn The hour's ripe, unfinished business at your door Jig's up, jump the jingoes Nothing to say, no more today No whisper in your ear for what to do No wiles, no more trials Dead of night will set things right No pleas for mercy will be heard You lost the draw Like paper, scissors, stone You lost the draw Like paper, scissors, stone Time was when you thought you'd keep it down and dirty No more pissing on the dreams of those beneath you No more hiding knives behind those smiling faces It's going down, no more to lose, no less to gain
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