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Bride - Hired Gun lyrics
They pay me lots of money for what I do I'm a dancer midnight romancer under the moon I'm on the clock, I like to rock, I don't work the streets You'll be amazed, your eyes a glazed When I do my high wire feats Exterminator, rawhide gangster, I can equal the odds I pay for your sins with my boyish grin, I create the facade Steady hand, I'm a gentleman, I've got deadly aim Womanizer, lone survivor, I like to play the game Hope you and Jesus have it all worked out I'm a hired gun There is no heaven here on earth, love must rule us all Black days are coming, every prideful man will fall Have no fear or shed a tear, but there will come a day When I'm looked in the eye, asked to die, and I hear somebody say Hope you and Jesus have it all worked out I'm a hired gun |
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