Blood & Whiskey
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Hey! Ho!
Hey! Ho!
Smoking guns, guns, guns
Coppers and thugs, thugs
Smoking guns, guns, guns
Coppers and thugs
Hey! Ho!
Hey! Ho!
Smoking guns, guns, guns
Coppers and thugs, thugs
Smoking guns, guns, guns
Coppers and thugs, thugs
Smoking guns
Smoking guns
Smoking guns
Ha!
Yeah!
The sun is coming up but the morning is still black
The union workers frown at the dealers selling crack
The stranger watches the dark and the dark watch the blind
The poor man sweeps the dirty streets and he don't seem to mind
Time to get out of this
Time to get out of this
Time to get out of this now!
This city
(Hey!)
Blood and whiskey
(Ho!)
Broken roads
(Hey!)
Coppers and thugs
(Ho!)
Broken homes
(Ho, ho)
(Hey!)
Blood and whiskey
(Ho!)
Broken roads
(Hey!)
Coppers and thugs
(Ho!)
Broken homes
(Ho, ho)
We've got our music
(Ho, ho)
Our only weapon
(Ho, ho)
Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut
(Ho, ho)
Ha!
Yeah!
A drunken kid, bottle in hand, stumbles down the street
Walks straight past the homeless man whose shoes are out of his feet
Thugs down at the park with swastika tattoos
Kick around, waste our time, sitting sniffing glue
Time to get out of this
Time to get out of this
Time to get out of this now!
This city
(Hey!)
Blood and whiskey
(Ho!)
Broken roads
(Hey!)
Coppers and thugs
(Ho!)
Broken homes
(Ho, ho)
(Ho, ho)
(Hey!)
Blood and whiskey
(Ho!)
Broken roads
(Hey!)
Coppers and thugs
(Ho!)
Broken homes
(Ho, ho)
We've got our music
(Ho, ho)
My only weapon
(Ho, ho)
Hut, hut, hut, hut, hut, hut
(Ho, ho)
Ha!
Your city's no hope for glory
Your city's no hope for glory
Your city's no hope for glory
Your city's no
Hey!