woe...
Guns guns they all got guns
Now they want to shoot someone
I'd rather be drunk than dead
Or go where Jesus fled
So I'll get drunk again
Or maybe not
Woe, woe, woe, woe
Now they want to shoot someone
I'd rather be drunk than dead
Or go where Jesus fled
So I'll get drunk again
Or maybe not
Woe, woe, woe, woe
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